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TRANSLATIONS    INTO   VERSE    FROM    THE   GREEK   ANTHOLOGY 
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JAMES  EUSSELL  LOWELL. 

Life's  brightest  memories  around  you  cling. 

Child,  girl,  and  woman,  I  have  loved  you  long. 
My  friend,  my  poet,  if  I  too  may  sing, 

To  you  is  dedicate  my  wreath  of  song. 

Yet  it  should  be  of  fairer  flowers  than  grow 
Within  my  garden  wall.     This  wreath  I  twine 

In  Beauty's  fields,  where  deathless  blossoms  glow, 
The  hand  that  gathers  them  alone  is  mine. 


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INDEX   OF    EPIGRAMS 

m  THE  ORDER  FOUND  IN  THE  PALATINE 
ANTHOLOGY. 


BOOK  V. 

EPIGRAM  PAGE 

11.  Anonymous .  40 

15.  Rufinus 31 

24.  Pliilodemus 93 

48.  Eufinus 32 

57.  Meleager     . 1 

59.  Arcliias 109 

66.  Rufinus 32 

67.  Capito      , 105 

70.  Rufinus 33 

74.  Rufinus 34 

84.  Anonymous 40 

89.  Marcus  Argentarius 83 

92.  Rufinus 35 


vi  INDEX  OF  EPIGRAMS. 

EPIGBAM  PAGE 

108.  Crinagoras 101 

118.  Marcus  Argentarius 83 

136.  Meleager  .        .                1 

139.  Meleager 2 

141.  Meleager 2 

142.  Anonymous 40 

143.  Meleager 3 

144.  Meleager 3 

145.  Asclepiades 107 

147.  Meleager 4 

148.  Meleager 4 

155.  Meleager 4= 

163.  Meleager 5 

170.  Nossis          .        .        .       ■ 90 

171.  Meleager 5 

178.  Meleager 6 

182.  Meleager 7 

189.  Asclepiades 107 

221.  Paul  the  Silentiary 127 

230.  Paul  the  Silentiaiy 128 

231.  Macedonius Ill 

237.  Agathias 48 


INDEX  OF  EPIGRAMS.  vii 


PAGE 


EPIGRAM 

211.  Paul  the  Silentiary 129 

250.  Paul  the  Silentiary 130 

254.  Paul  the  Silentiary 131 

256.  Paul  the  Silentiary 132 

261.  Agathias 4:9 

270.  Paul  the  Silentiary      .         .        ...        .         .133 

284.  Eufinus 35 

292.  Agathias 50 

293.  Paul  the  Silentiary 13-i 

298.  Julian  of  Egypt 62 

301.  Paul  the  Silentiary 135 


BOOK  VI. 

18.  Julian  of  Egypt 63 

19.  Julian  of  Egypt 63 

119.  Moero  of  Byzantium 28 

226.  Leonidas 20 

253.  Crinagoras 162 

302.  Leonidas 20 

329.  Leonidas 21 

345.  Crinagoras 103 


viii  INDEX  OF  EPIGEAMS. 

r.PIGRAM  PAGE 

353.  Nossis 90 

355.  Leonidas 22 


BOOK  VII. 

1.  Plato 123 

8.  Antipater  of  Sidon 44 

13.  Leonidas,  or  Meleager 23 

14.  Antipater  of  Sidon 45 

22.  Simmias  of  Thebes 38 

43.  Ion 86 

45.  Thucydides 30 

47.  Anonymous .  120 

80.  Callimachus 108 

96.  Diogenes  Laertiiis 136 

129.  Diogenes  Laertius 137 

132.  Anonymous 120 

137.  Anonymous 122 

155.  Anonymous 121 

161.  Antipater  of  Sidon 46 

173.  Diotimus,  or  Leonidas 87 

174.  Erycius 36 


INDEX  OF  EPIGRAMS.  ix 

EPIGRAM  PAGE 

178.  Dioscoiicles  of  Xicopolis 98 

180.  ApoUonides 112 

182.  Meleager 8 

190.  Anyte,  or  Leoniclas 113 

191.  Ai-cliias 109 

192.  Mnasalcas 99 

195.  Meleager 9 

198.  Leonidas 24 

201.  Pamphilus 78 

203.  Simmias 39 

204.  Agatbias 51 

207.  Meleager 10 

215.  Anyte 114= 

220.  Agatbias 52 

227.  Diotimus 88 

229.  Dioscorides 92 

230.  Erycius 37 

23G.  Antipater 16 

253.  Simonides 94 

255.  JEschylus 117 

256.  Plato 123 

258.  Simonides 91 


X  INDEX  OF  EPIOBAMS. 

EPIGRAM  PAGE 

277.  Callimachus 108 

278.  Archias 110 

281.  Heraclides 100 

287.  Antipater 16 

300.  Simonides 95 

303.  Antipater  of  Sidon 46 

307.  Paul  the  Silentiaiy 135 

315.  Zenodotus,  or  Ehiamis 61 

316.  Leonidas,  or  Antipater 25 

340.  Anonymous 55 

346.  Anonymous     . 79 

367.  Antipater  of  Sidon 47 

385.  Philip  of  Thessalonica 75 

387.  Bianor  of  Bithynia 106 

399.  Antiphilus 115 

404.  Zonas  of  Sardis 29 

434.  Dioscorides      .......  92 

461.  Meleager 10 

464.  Antipater 17 

469.  Chseremon 104 

475.  Diotimus 89 

476.  Meleager 11 


INDEX  OF  EPIGRAMS.  XI 

ETIGRAM  PAGE 

483.  Anouymous 79 

496.  Simonides 96 

536.  Alcicus  of  Mityleuo 116 

538.  Anyte 114 

548.  Leonidas  of  Alexaiulriii 27 

554.  Pliilip  of  Thessaloiiica 76 

558.  Anonymous 80 

565.  Julian  of  Egypt 64 

569.  Agatliias 52 

571.  Leontius  Scholasticus 41 

576.  Julian  of  Egypt 64 

580.  Julian  of  Egypt G4 

581.  Julian  of  Egypt 65 

582.  Julian  of  Egypt 65 

587.  Julian  of  Egypt 66 

590.  Julian  of  Egypt 66 

591.  Julian  of  Egypt 67 

594.  Julian  of  Egypt 67 

597.  Julian  of  Egypt 68 

599.  Julian  of  Egypt 68 

601.  Julian  of  Egypt 69 

602.  Agathias •'''^ 


xii  INDEX  OF  EPIGRAMS. 

EPIGRAM  PAGE 

633.  Crinagoras 103 

647.  Simonides 96 

669.  Plato 124 

676.  Anonymous 55 

696.  Arcliias  of  Mitylene 91 

712.  Erinna 19 

713.  Antipater 18 

717.  Anonymous 56 

721.  Clia^remon 104 

723.  Anonymous 73 

731.  Leonidas 26 

737.  Anonymous 73 


BOOK  IX. 

7.  Julius  Polysenus 77 

71.  Antipliilus 82 

87.  Marcus  Argentarius 84 

143.  Antipater 42 

151.  Antipater 43 

153.  Agathias 54 

161.  Marcus  Argentarius 84 


INDEX  OF  EPIGRAMS.  Xlll 

EPIGRAM  PAGE 

231.  Aiitipater  of  Siclon 47 

333.  Mnasalcas 99 

363.  Meleager 12 

517.  Antiiiater  of  Thessalonica 57 

526.  Alplieus  of  Mitylene 59 

575.  Philip  of  Thessalonica 76 

654.  Julian  of  Egypt 69 

661.  Julian  of  Egypt 70 

823.  Plato 124 


BOOK   X. 

1.  Leoniclas 26 

4.  Marcus  Argentarius 85 

123.  ^sop 118 


BOOK  XI. 

40.  Antistins 58 

43.  Zonas  of  SaiJis 29 

53.  Anonymous '^4 

364.  Bianor  of  Bithynia 106 

391,  Lucillins ^1 


XIV  INDEX  OF  EPIGRAMS. 

BOOK  xn. 

EPIGRAM  PAGE 

47.  Meleager 14 


BOOK  XVI.    (Appendix  Planucl  I.) 

13.  Plato         .........  125 

BOOK  XVI.    (Appendix  Planud  IV.) 

129.  Anonymous 74 

130.  Julian  of  Egypt 70 

134.  Meleager      .        .         .* 14 

203.  Julian  of  Egypt 71 

204.  Simonides 97 

207.  Palladas 119 

210.  Plato 126 

212.  Alpheus  of  Mitjdene CO 

213.  Meleager 15 

BOOK   XVI.    (Appendix  Planud  VH.) 

388.  Julian  of  Egypt 72 

ANTH.   GR.^C.   APR,   BOOK  II. 

17.  iEschylus 117 


TRANSLATOR'S    PREFACE. 


There  have  been  many  translations,  in  whole 
or  in  part,  in  verse  or  in  prose,  of  that  wonderful 
collection  of  the  inscriptions,  epigrams,  and  love- 
songs  of  Ancient  Greece — a  literature  in  itself 
known  as  the  Greek  Anthology. 

In  prose,  however,  there  is  lost  much  of  the 
dehcate  fragi-ance  and  charm  of  these  artfully 
devised,  concise,  significant  poems.  In.  verse,  on 
the  other  hand,  there  has  been  admitted  too  much 
poetic  license,  and  the  simple  phrases  of  the  Greek 
have  been  too  often  elaborated  and  decorated,  when 
they  were  not  mistranslated  or  distorted,  to  fit  the 
exigencies  of  rhyme  and  please  a  different  poetic 
taste.  It  has  also  been  the  custom  to  select  for 
translation  only  those  epigrams  that  arc  most 
modem  in  sentiment,  only  those  that  would  gen- 


xvi  TRANSLATOR'S  PREFACE. 

erally  be  deemed  the  most  poetic.  In  this  way 
one  misses  the  infinite  variety  of  the  Anthology, 
its  representative  quality,  its  contrasting  notes 
of  personality,  its  kaleidoscopic  harmony  of  local 
color. 

This  small  book  is  an  attempt  at  a  selection 
that  shall  be  fairly  representative  of  all  the  many 
classes  of  poems,  except  those  that,  for  obvious 
reasons,  are  untranslatable,  and  in  every  case  the 
translator  has  aimed  at  literal  fidelity  to  the 
original.  To  have  imitated  the  Greek  metres 
would  have  been  a  rash  experiment  in  English, 
and  even  if  successfid  would  have  been  monot- 
onous. It  has  therefore  been  deemed  ad^isable 
to  use,  instead  of  metres  familiar  to  the  ancients, 
those  familiar  to  ourselves. 


FROM  THE  GARDEN  OF  HELLAS. 
EPIGRAMS 

FROM   THE  PALATINE   ANTHOLOGY. 

MELEAGEE. 

Book  V.,  Epigram  57. 

That  butterfly,  my  soul,  if  thou  wouldst  bum, 
O  cruel  Love  !  too  often  with  thy  flame, 
Itself  has  wings  to  fly  and  ne'er  return. 

Book  V.,  Epigram  136. 

Pour  to  the  health  of  Heliodora,  pour 

Again  to  Heliodora,  and  once  more. 

Her  sweet  name  mingling  with  each  cup  of  wine. 

From  flowers  of  yesterday  a  garland  twine 

Dewy  with  perfumes  to  her  memory. 

Love's  roses  weep  that  she  is  not  with  me ! 
1 


MELEAQEB. 


Book  V.,  Epigkam  139. 

By  the  god  Pan  of  Arcady  I  vow 
Sweet  is  thy  singing,  Zenophil,  and  thou 
Sweetly  can'st  play  the  lyre. — Where  can  I  flee 
From  all  thy  various  charms  besieging  me  ? 
Not  for  a  moment  will  they  let  me  rest. 
Now  'tis  thy  slender  form  in  beauty  drest, 
Now  'tis  thy  voice,  thy  gi'ace.     T\liat  do  I  say  ? 
It  is  thyse(/'for  whom  I  bmii  alway  ! 


Book  V.,  Epigram  141. 

Yes,  I  call  on  Love  to  witness, 
I  would  rather  lend  my  ear 

To  the  voice  of  Heliodora 
Than  Apollo's  music  hear  ! 


MELEAQEB. 


Book  V.,  Epigram  143, 

On  Heliodora's  head  the  loveliest  wreath 
Pales  by  the  beauties  that  are  seen  beneath. 


Book  V.,  Epigram  144. 

Now  the  white  \dolet  once  more  is  here 
And  the  narcissus,  lover  of  the  rain ; 
And  lilies  on  the  hills  are  come  again. 
But  there's  a  flower  of  flowers  to  lovers  dear, 
More  fragrant  than  them  all,  for  like  a  rose 
Her  opening  charms  doth  Zenophil  disclose. 
In  vain,  O  fields  !  your  beauties  you  display, 
All  your  gay  smihng  flowers  you  show  in  vain. 
T^lio  once  that  lovely  child  meets  by  the  way 
Nor  heeds  nor  sees  yom*  wreathed  charms  again. 


MELEAGEB. 


Book  V.,  Epigkam  147. 


The  violet  white  and  laughing  lilies  I 
Weave  with  the  myrtle  and  narcissus  shy, 
And  the  sweet  crocus  with  them  do  I  twine, 
And  hyacinth  as  purple  as  rich  wine, 
And  roses,  flowers  that  lovers  find  most  fair ; 
So  that  my  wreath,  by  Heliodora's  grace, 
I  may  upon  her  perfumed  temples  place 
And  crown  with  flowers  her  richly  curling  hair. 


Book  V.,  Epigram  148. 

Surely,  while  talking,  Heliodora  may 
Surpass  the  Graces'  selves  in  grace  some  day  ! 


Book  V  ,  Epigram  155. 

Heliodora !  Love  hath  fashioned  thee 

From  out  my  very  heart. 
Heliodora,  sweet-voiced,  unto  me 

As  my  soul's  soul  thou  art. 


MELEAGEB. 


Book  V.,  Epigram  163. 

O  Bee  !  why  toucliest  Heliodora's  cheek  ? 

Feaster  on  flowers !  why  leav'st  the  cups  of  spring  ? 
Woulcl'st  have  me  know  that  she  too  feels  of  Love 

The  sweet,  the  unendurable,  bitter  sting  ? 
Thus  say'st  thou,  loved  of  lovers  ?  Then  begone ! 
Depart !  for  long  thy  message  have  I  known  ! 


Book  V.,  Epigram  171. 

The  cup  laughs  with  joy  to  be  touched,  as  she  sips, 
By  the  eloquent  mouth  of  the  fair  Zenophil. 

All,  happy  the  cup  !     How  I  long  for  those  lips 
That  my  whole  heart  and  soul  in  a  breath  they 
may  steal ! 


MELEAQEB. 


Book  V.,  Epigram  178. 
"  LOVE    FOR    SALE." 

Who'll  buy  liim,  sleeping  in  his  mother's  arms  ? 

Who'll  buy  ?     A^Tio'U  buy  ? 
How  dare  I  cherish  him  who  only  harms  ? 

That  will  not  I. 

Two  wings,  one  snub  nose,  ten  shai*p-scratching  nails. 

Who'U  buy  ?     AVlio'U  buy  ? 
Sometimes  he  laughs,  or  if  that  naught  avails, 

Why  then  he'll  cry. 

A  mule,  a  chatterbox,  sharp-eyed  and  wild, 

A  very  monster  is  this  cruel  child  ; 

E'en  in  his  mother's  pain  he  finds  his  joy. 

Come !     Some  out-going  merchant  buy  the  boy  ! 

But  now  he  pleads,  he  weeps, — cheer  up,  then.  See  ! 

I'll  sell  thee  not,  stay  Avith  Zenophile  ! 


MELEAGER. 


Book  V.,  Epigram  182. 

Tell  her  this,  Dorcas !     Tell  her  once  again, 
A  third  time,  Dorcas,  tell  her  everything. 
Rim,  don't  delay,  fly  !     Wait  a  minute,  A^'ait 
A  moment  longer,  Dorcas !     Whither  haste 
Before  the  whole  thou  know'st  ?     Add  only  this 
To  what  I  said  before, — but  trifle  not. 
Say,  only  say — no,  Dorcas,  tell  her  all. 
Why  should  I  send  you,  Dorcas,  for  with  you 
I  go  myself  ?     My  message  I  precede. 


MELEAGER. 


Book  VII.,  Epigram  182, 

At  the  bride's  gates  the  lotos  flutes  were  sounding 
All  yesterday,  doors  swinging  to  and  fro. 

This  mom  for  Clearista  all  are  weeping, 

Their  song  of  Hymen  changed  to  dirge  of  woe. 

Her    bridegroom.    Death  ;    she'll   have   no   other 
wedding. 

For  him  she  looseneth  her  virgin  zone. 
The  very  torches  for  her  bridal  burning 

Shall  light  her  trembling  feet  to  Acheron. 


MELEAGER. 


Book  VII.,  Epigram  195, 

Cicada,  you  who  chase  away  desire, 

Cicada,  who  beguile  oiu-  sleepless  hours, 

You  song-A\inged  muse  of  meadows  and  of  flowers, 

"Wlio  are  the  natural  mimic  of  the  lyre, 

Chirp  a  familiar  melody  and  sweet. 

My  weight  of  sleepless  care  to  diive  away ; 

Youi-  love-beguiling  time  to  me  now  play. 

Striking  yom-  prattling  wings  with  yom-  dear  feet. 

In  early  morning  I'll  bring  gifts  to  you 

Of  garlic  ever  fresh  and  drops  of  dew. 


MELEAGER. 

Book  VII.,  Epigram  207. 

ON  A  HARE, 

From  my  motlier's  teats  they  tore  me, 
Little  long-eared  hare,  and  bore  me, 

"The  swift-footed,  from  her  breast. 
Phanium,  soft-handed,  fed  me 
On  sirring  flowers  and  nourished  me, 

Fondling  in  her  lap  to  rest. 

No  more  for  my  mother  sighing 
Feasting  daintily,  then  dying ; 

I  by  too  much  food  was  slain. 
And  she  buried  me  with  weeping  - 
Near  her  house,  that  she,  while  sleeping. 

Me  in  dreams  might  see  again. 


Book  VII.,  Epigram  461. 

Lightly,  O  Mother  Earth !  on  (Esigenes  rest : 
Lightly  his  foot  on  thee  was  ever  pressed. 


MELEAGEB. 


Book  VIT.,  Epigr.ui  476. 
TO  HELIODOKA. 

Heliodora,  tears  that  pierce  the  earth, 

The  last  gift  of  my  love,  receive  from  me 

Beyond  the  grave ;  tears  shed  most  bitterly  ! 

Alas !  Upon  thy  tomb  there  is  no  dearth 

Of  tears,  that  in  past  joy  have  had  their  birth, 

Poured  in  libation  to  the  memory 

Of  faithful  love,  thus  consecrate  to  thee, 

To  thee,  though  dead,  my  only  thing  of  worth. 

Where  is  my  flower  that  Hades  plucked?      All! 

where? 
An  idle  sacrifice  to  Acheron  ! 
Dust  now  defiles  its  petals  blooming  fair. 
Hades  hath  stolen  her,  hath  stolen  her ! 
All-mother  Earth,  I  pray  thee,  gently  bear 
Upon  thy  breast  one  whom  all  Aveep,  now  gone ! 


MELEAGER. 

Book  IX.,  Epigram  363. 
TO  SPRING. 

The  gusty  winter  from  the  sky  now  clears, 
Sprmg  with  her  rosy  hours 
Comes  bringing  smiles  and  flowers, 

And  sombre  earth  in  fresh  young  green  appears. 

And  all  the  budding  plants  new  leaves  adorn, 

The  roses  open,  while 

The  fields  greet  with  a  smile 
The  tender  dew  that's  brought  them  by  the  mom. 

The  shepherd,  joyous  on  the  mountain  height, 

Upon  his  pipe  now  plays 

His  songs  and  roundelays, 
And  goatherds  in  their  snowy  kids  delight. 

The  harmless  zephyr  fills  the  swelling  sail, 
The  wind  the  sailor  craves 
Now  sweeps  o'er  the  broad  waves, 

While  on  the  shore  is  heard  a  distant  "Hail! " 

13 


MELEAQER. 

"  Hail,  Dionysus,  patron  of  the  gi-ape ! " 
From  those  whose  temples  twine 
The  blossoms  of  the  vine. 

Then  from  the  shaggy  herd  the  bees  escape, 

And  cluster  on  the  beehives,  fashioning 
Their  white  and  beauteous  cells, 
From  which  fresh  honey  wells. 

Ai-ound  the  house  are  swallows  twdttering, 

And  clear-voiced  birds  are  singing  everywhere. 

Along  the  river  side, 

Where  swans  sedately  glide. 
And  kingfishers  are  darting  through  the  air. 

At  dark  the  nightingale  no  more  is  mute. 
Since  bees  and  birds  find  voice. 
And  thick-fleeced  sheep  rejoice 

To  hear  the  shepherd  pipe  upon  his  flute. 

Since  now  the  Bacchic  choruses  outring. 
And  leaves  and  plants  are  glad, 
And  many  a  sailor  lad, 

Should  not  I  too  sing  beauty  in  the  spring  ? 

13 


MELEAGER. 


Book  XII.,  Epigram  47. 

Yet  in  his  mother's  lap,  at  break  of  day, 

A  baby  throwing  dice.  Love  played  my  soul  away. 


Book  XVI.,  Epigram  134. 

(Appendix  Planud.) 

ON   A   STATUE   OF   NIOBE. 

O  Niobe  !  thou  child  of  Tantalus  ! 

Give  ear  thou  must  to  me, 
A  messenger  of  grief ;  most  piteous 

My  tidings  unto  thee  ! 

For  Phoebus'  fatal  an'ows  did'st  thou  bear 

Thy  noble  sons,  ah  me  ! 
Unloose,  unloose  the  band  that  binds  thy  hair  ! 

Alas  !  e'en  more  I  see. 

14 


MELEAGER. 

For  ou  th}'  daugliters  who  to  thee  have  fled 

The  wave  of  death  o  erflows  : 
This  one  across  thy  knees  is  lying  dead, 

And  that  one  crouching  knows 

Not  where  she  may  escape  the  avenging  dart. 

One  from  still  living  eye 
Turns  a  last  look  at  thee,  while  on  thy  heart 

One  but  finds  leave  to  die. 

And  thou,  the  mother,  who  thy  speech's  flood 

Checked  not  and  must  atone, 
With  grief  and  hoiTor  all  thy  flesh  and  blood 

Is  frozen  into  stone. 


Book  XVI.,  Epigram  213. 
(Appendix  Plaimd.) 

I'll  flee  thee,  Love,  to  my  last  breath, 

Though  swift  thy  wings,  though  sharp  thy  ar- 
rows. 
Yet  what  avails  it  V     Even  Death 

Knows  tliee,  since  Pluto  felt  thy  soitows. 


ANTIPATER. 

Book  VII.,  Ei'igram  23G. 

Not  of  Tliemistocles  *  am  I  the  tomb  ; 
No !     A  Magnesian  monument  I  am 
To  the  ungrateful  rancor  of  the  Greeks. 


Book  VII.,  Epigkam  287. 

Albeit  I  am  dead,  this  cruel  sea 

Disturbs  me,  Lysis,  buried  'neath  a  rock, 
Breaking  upon  my  silent  tomb  with  shock 

Of  heavy,  booming  waves  pursuing  me. 

Wliy  did  you  place  me  near  this  ocean  ?     AVliy  ? 
For  not  in  stately  pleasure-ships  of  cost, 
But  in  a  humble  merchant's  boat  I  tossed, 

And  where  I  sought  my  living  did  but  die. 

*  Themistocles  died  in  exile  at  Magnesia. 
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ANTIPATEB. 


Book  VII.,   Epigram  464. 

Ai-etemias,  when,  from  tlie  infernal  bark 

Thy  foot  thou  placedst  on  Cocytus'  shore, 

Bearing  in  thy  yoimg  arms  thy  new-bom  babe, 

The  lovely  Dorian  girls,  all  pitiful 

At  hearing  of  thy  fate,  would  question  thee. 

And  then  through  tears  thou  utter'dst  these  sad 

words  : 
"  Twin  children  have  I  brought  into  the  world ; 
One  with  my  husband,  Euphron,  did  I  leave, 
This  other  I  bring  with  me  to  the  dead." 


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ANTIPiVTEH. 


Book  VII.,  Epigram  713. 

Few  were  thy  words,  Erinna,  few  thy  songs, 
And  yet  in  them  the  Muses  found  delight ! 

We  lesser  singers,  in  unnumbered  throngs. 
Perish  and  are  forgotten  ;  but  the  night 

Of  black  oblivion,  with  shadowy  wing, 

Ne'er  sweeps  thy  gentle  image  from  our  sight. 

Sweeter  the  swan's  faint  song  than  chattering 

Of  noisy  daws,  scattered  on  clouds  of  spring. 


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ERINNA. 

Book  VII.,  Epigram  712. 

I  am  the  tomb  of  Baucis,  the  young  bride. 
^Tio  passes  near  this  tear-besprinkled  stone, 
"  Thou  art  a  jealous  god,  O  Death  !  "  makes  moan, 
"WTien  he  the  fair  memorials  hath  espied 
And  they  have  shown  him  Baucis'  cruel  fate, 
How  those  same  torches  lit  the  maiden's  bier 
'\^^lich  unto  Hymen  first  enkindled  were, 
And  how  the  songs  sung  for  her  bridal  state 
Sank  into  wailing  cries  for  one  so  dear  !  * 

*  See  Leonidas,  Book  VII.,  Epigram  13,  p.  23. 


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LEONID  AS. 

Book  VI.,  Epigram  236. 

This  is  the  little  farm  of  Cliton ;  his 
These  naiTow  furrows  for  the  sowing  are ; 
This  little  wood  for  cutting  twigs  is  his, 
And  his  this  somewhat  scanty  vine.     Ah,  well ! 
Here  Cliton  passed  his  fom-  times  twenty  years. 


Book  VI.,  Epigram  303. 

Dust-loving  mouse,  go,  scamper  from  my  cot ! 

The  meagre  pantry  of  Leonidas, 
Contenting  him,  for  thee  sufficeth  not. 

Two  rolls  with  salt,  such  is  the  fare  he  has, 
Nor  asks  he  better  than  his  father's  lot. 
What  seekest  thou  then  here,  thou  dainty  mouse  ? 

Thou  would'st  despise  the  food  whereon  I  dined. 
So  hmTy  off ;  go  try  my  neighbor's  house. 

For  here  is  naught ;  there  thou'lt  abundance  find .' 


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LEONIDAS. 


Book  VI.,  Epigkam  329. 

One,  ciystal ;  and  one  silver  brings, 

One,  topazes  of  cost, 
For  thy  biiihday  fit  offerings 

These  jewels  ricli  they  boast. 

But,  Agrippina,  take  from  me 

Two  verses  that  I  write. 
A  hmnble  gift  I  bring  to  thee 

That  envy  cannot  spite. 


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LEONIDAS. 


Book  VI.,  Epigram  355. 

Reject  not,  Bacchus,  this  poor  offering 

A  needy  mother's  ignorant  hands  have  made. 

This  unskilled  picture  of  my  boy  I  bring, 
Of  my  Mikythos,  asking  for  thine  aid. 
Ah  !  prosper  him,  nor  let  me  be  afraid ! 

Though  beggarly  the  gift,  despise  not  thou 

My  starving  poverty,  and  hear  my  vow  ! 


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LEONID  AS,  or  MELEAGER. 

Book  VII.,  Epigram  13. 
EPITAPH   ON   ERINNA. 

The  maiden !     Tlie  yomig  singer !     Like  a  bee 
Stealing  the  sweets  the  Muses'  flowers  among, 
Erinna !     All  too  tnily  hast  thou  sung  : 
"  Thou  art  a  jealous  god,  O  Death  ! "  *   Didst  thou 

foresee 
How  soon  thou  wert  the  bride  of  death  to  be  ? 

*  See  Erinna,  Book  VII.,  Epigram  713,  p.  19. 


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LEONID  AS. 

Book  VII.,  Epigram  198. 
EPITArH  ON  A  PET  LOCUST. 

Wliat  if  small,  O  passer-by  ! 

Be  this  stone !  'tis  mine  yon  see. 
"NVliat  if  it  you  scarce  descry ! 

Philsenida  gave  it  me. 

Praise  her  that  she  held  me  dear, 
Me,  her  little  locust,  singing, 

Whether  in  the  stubble  here 
Or  amid  the  bushes  winging. 

Two  long  years  she  loved  me  well, 
Loved  my  drowsy  lullaby ; 

Me  e'en  dead  did  not  repel, 
As  these  verses  testify. 


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LEONID  AS,  or  ANTIPATER. 

Book  VII.,  Epigram  316. 

Utter  no  words,  but  pass  me  by 
In  silence,  nor  ask  who  I  be ; 

Nor  seek  to  know  whose  son  was  I. 
E'en  silently  approach  not  me, 

Go  far  around  and  come  not  nigh ! 


LEONID  AS. 

Book  VII.,  Epigram  731. 

As  hangs  the  ^due  upon  the  garden  wall, 

On  my  dry  staff  I  hang,  and  hear  ])eatli  call : 

"Be  not  deaf,  Gorges,  for  what  boots  it  thee, 

Three  or  four  summers,  basking  lazily 

In  sunshine  here  to  lengthen  out  life's  span  ?  " 

Speaking  these  simple  words,  the  old,  old  man 

Betook  him  to  the  last  homo  of  us  all. 


Book  X.,  Epigram  1. 

'Tis  time  to  sail !  The  chattering  swallow's  here, 
'Neath  Zephyr's  touch  the  fields  are  blossoming ; 
The  boiling  waves  have  smooth'd  themselves  once 

more. 
Hough  winds  are  turned  to  breezes  soft  of  spring. 
Set  sail !    Set  sail !    Up  anchors  and  away ! 
For  I,  Priapus,  sailors  all  command 
That  they  set  sail  with  goods  for  every  land. 


LEONIDAS   or   ALEXANDEIA. 

Book  VII.,  Efigkam  548. 

Daimon  of  Ai-gos,  iu  this  tomb  now  lying, 

Was  lie  the  brother  of  Deceoteles  ? 

Of  Deceoteles.     Did  echo,  sighing, 

Kepeat  these  words  ?  or  words  of  tiiith  are  these  ? 

Swiit  comes  the  answer :  Words  of  truth  are  these. 


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MOEKO  OF  BYZANTIUM. 

Book  VI.,  Epigram  119. 

On  Aphrodite's  golden  porch  ye  lie, 

O  juicy  clustering  grapes  !     The  parent  vine 

No  more  shall  shelter  you  with  honeyed  leaf, 
Nor  evermore  sweet  tendrils  round  you  twine. 


ZONAS   OF   SAEDIS. 

Book  YII.,  Epigram  404. 

Sand  from  the  water's  edge  on  thy  cold  head 
And  on  thine  icy  body  I  will  heap, 
For  on  thy  grave  thy  mother  may  not  weep, 

Nor  see  thy  ocean-beaten  body  dead. 

The  lonely  and  inhospitable  shore 

Of  the  ^gean  caught  thee  from  the  wave. 
Receive  my  many  tears  and  this  poor  grave. 

For  thou  shalt  sail  these  perilous  seas  no  more ! 


Book  XI.,  Epigram  43. 

Give  me  the  cup  wrought  from  the  self-same  clay 
Which  bore  me  and  shall  cover  me  some  day. 


THUCYDIDES. 

Book  VII.,  Epigram  45. 

Tlie  great  Euripides  lias  for  liis  tomb 

All  Hellas,  tliongli  tlie  Macedonian  earth 

Contains  liis  ashes,  since  Death  found  him  there. 

Hellas  of  Hellas,  Athens  was  his  home. 

Thence   came   the   verses   that   have   charmed  all 

hearts 
And  have  won  every  mouth  to  sing  his  praise. 


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EUriNUS. 


Book  V.,  Epigram  15. 


Where  is  Praxiteles  ?  and  where,  oh  !  where 
The  hand  of  Polycleitos  who  could  give 
Such  grace  to  marble  as  should  make  it  live  ? 

"Who  now  shall  carve  Melite's  lovely  hair, 

Her  glowing  eyes,  her  neck  so  dazzhng  fair  ? 
Gone  are  the  artists,  gone  the  sculptors  now 
Such  beauty  "s^dtli  fit  temple  to  endow, 

As  if  an  image  of  the  gods  it  were. 


RUFINUS. 


Book  V.,  Epigram  48. 

Brighter  than  gold  thine    eyes,   thy   cheeks  are 
clearer 
Than  purest  crystal  is  ;  thy  mouth  so  sweet 
Is  like  the  reddest  rose,  but  only  dearer. 

Thy  breast  is  marble,  and  thy  snowy  feet 
Like  silvery  Thetis'  are  ;  and  if  thy  hair 
Shows  too  some  silver  in  its  threads,  why  should 
I  care  ? 


Book  V.,  Epigram  66. 

Meeting  by  chance  my  Prodice  alone, 

I  clasp  her  lovely  knees  and  her  implore : 

"  Save  one  whose  life  through  thee  is  nearly  o'er, 

And  sweeten  v/hat  remains,  beloved  one  !  " 

Do^Ti  fall  her  tears  on  hearing  what  I  say, 

But  gently  her  soft  hands  push  me  away. 


RUFINUS. 


Book  V.,  Epigram  70. 

Thine  is  all  Cypris'  loveliness, 
Persuasion's  lips  are  thine ; 

Thy  body  is  the  blossoming 
Of  the  spring  hours  divine. 

Thy  tones  are  like  Calliope's, 
Themis  herself  so  bore, 

Thy  hands  Athene's  are,  my  love, 
Thou  mak'st  the  Graces  fom*. 


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RUFINUS. 


Book  V.,  Epigram  74. 

O  Eliodocleia  !  this  wreath  I  send  to  thee, 
Wliich  I  myself  of  fairest  blossoms  wove  : 
A  lily,  rosebud,  an  anemone, 
And  a  narcissus  with  the  dew  still  wet, 
A  deeply-tinted  purple  violet ; 

And  crowned  with  these  less  proud  shalt  thou  be 
made; 

Though  fair  as  they,  like  them  thou  too  must  fade. 


BUFINUS. 


Book  V.,  Epigram  92. 

In  all  lier  beauty,  proud  is  liiiodo]3e ; 

With  brows  uplifted  she 
Scornful  returns  my  greeting  when  we  meet. 

Angry,  'neath  haughty  feet 
She  treads  the  wi-eaths  I  hang  above  her  door. 

Come,  wTinkles,  and,  yet  more, 
Come,  pitiless  old  age  !     Come,  hasten  ye, 

Come  bend  proud  Ehodope. 


Book  V.,  Epigram  284. 

All,  all  of  you  I  love,  save  your  too  kindly  eyes, 
That  something  find  to  love  in  men  whom  I  despise. 

*  It  was  the  castom  of  Greek  lovers  to  hang  wreaths  above 
their  mistresses'  door. 


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ERYCIUS. 

Book  VII.,  Epigraji  174. 

No  more  upon  thy  flute,  Tlierimaclius, 
Beside  the  lofty  plain  thy  shepherd's  song 
Thou'lt  tune !     Thy  homed  herds  will  hear  no  more 
Sweet  reedy  melodies,  while  'neath  the  shade 
Of  the  broad  oak  thou  liest.     For  thou  art  gone  ! 
Slain  by  the  deadly  whirlwind's  thunder-blast, 
And  homeward  late  the  hiUTying  kine  return, 
Harassed  upon  their  path  by  diiving  sleet. 


so 


EBTCIUS. 


Book  VII.,  Epigram  230. 

Wlien,  a  deserter  from  the  bloody  field, 

Thy  weapons  tlirown  behind,  Demetrius, 

Thou  to  thy  mother  didst  return,  herseH 

She  pierced  thy  heart  with  miuTlerous  steel  and 

cried: 
"  Die !  that  no  shame  upon  thy  coimtry  fall ! 
Mine  be  the  fault,  not  Sparta's,  if  I  have 
Suckled  a  shameless  coward  at  my  breast." 


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SIMMIAS    OF  THEBES. 

Book  VII.,  Epigram  22. 

Quietly,  o'er  tlie  tomb  of  Sopliocles, 
Quietly,  ivy,  creep  witli  tendrils  green ; 

And  roses,  ope  your  petals  everywhere, 

Wliile  dewy  shoots  of  grapevine  peep  between, 

Upon  the  wise  and  honeyed  poet's  grave 

Whom  Muse  and  Grace  their  richest  treasures  gave. 


SITvIlMIAS. 

Book  VII.,  Epigram  203. 
TO   A   DEAD   P.MtTEIDGE. 

No  more  from  deepest  thicket  floats 

Thy  call,  to  lead  thy  mottled  comrades  on, 

Bird  of  the  woods !  no  more  thy  flute-like  notes 
To  shadiest  paths  invite ;  for  thou  art  gone 
ThyseK  along  the  path  to  Acheron. 


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ANONYMOUS. 

Book  V.,  Epigram  11. 

Cytherea,  yon  who  cherish 
Those  in  jeopardy  by  sea, 

If  I,  wrecked  on  dry  land,  perish. 
Goddess,  will  you  not  save  me? 


Book  V,,  Epigram  84. 

Would  I  a  rose  might  be, 
In  faintest  crimson  dressed. 

That  you  might  gather  me 

And  place  on  your  white  breast. 


Book  V.,  Epigram  142. 

Does  the  rose  crown  Dionysius, 
Or  Dionysius  crown  the  rose? 

Ah  yes !    The  wearer  crowns  the  crown, 
Wliich  but  his  beauty  shows. 

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LEONTRTS    SCHOLASTICUS. 

Book  VII.,  Epigram  571. 

When  Orpheus  died,  although  of  him  bereft, 
Music  lived  still.     But  Plato,*  diest  thou, 

The  Lyre  dies  with  thy  dying,  naught  is  left 

Of  the  old  lays  that  in  thy  heart  and  hands  found 
life  till  now. 

*  Plato,  a  since  forgotten  musician. 


ANTIPATEE. 

Book  IX.,  Ei'igiiam  143. 
ON    A    STATUE    OF    APHRODITE   BY   THE   SEASHORE, 

Small  indeed  is  this  my  home, 
Here  where  dashes  the  white  foam 

On  the  shore. 
But  I  love  it  and  rejoice 
In  the  distant  threatening  voice 

Of  ocean's  roar. 
Sailors,  too,  for  help  at  sea 
Or  in  love  here  come  to  me 
And  imj)lore. 


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ANTIPATEB. 


Book  IX.,  Epigram  151. 

Where  is  thy  beauty  gone, 

Thy  far-famed  beauty,  Doric  Corinth  ?  ¥rliere 
Thy  ancient  splendor  and  thy  croMTi 

Of  towers  that  rose  in  air  ? 

Thy  matrons  of  the  race 

Of  Sisyphus,  nor  countless  throngs  I  see, 
For  now,  unhappy  one,  no  trace 

Is  left  of  them  and  thee. 

War  has  laid  bare  the  spot 

Whence  palaces  and  temples  all  are  gone  ; 
And  we,  the  Nereids,  wliom  death  touches  not, 

We  weep  thee  here  alone. 


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ANTIPATER    OF    SIDON. 

Book  VII.,  Epigram  8. 

No  more,  rocks,  trc3s,  and  savage  beasts  subdued 

Shall  bend,  O  Orpheus  !  'neath  thy  gentle  spell. 
Swayed  to  thy  will  against  their  customs  rude. 

The  raging  winds,  the  roaring  ocean's  swell, 
The  swirling  snow  and  hail  slialt  thou  no  more 
Rule  with  thy  voice's  miisic.     Thou  art  dead, 
Wept  by  the  daughters  of  Mnemosyne  ! 
And,  fellow  mortals,  how  dare  we  deplore 

The  death  of  earthly  children  when  we  see 
The  bitterest  tears  Calliope  doth  shed 

Cannot  avail  her  son  from  death  to  free  ! 


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ANTIPATER  OF  SIDON. 


Book  VII.,  Epigram  14. 

Land  of  ^olia,  Sappho  dost  tliou  hide, 

That  mortal  singer  who  ^\\ih.  Muses  sang, 

And  who,  by  Cypris  and  by  Eros  bred. 

With  Peitho  wove  the  never-dying  crown 

Of  the  Pierides,  the  joy  of  Greece, 

That  made  thy  glory  too  ?     O  fateful  three  ! 

TNTio  on  your  shuttles  weave  the  web  of  life. 

Why  wove  ye  not  a  life  perdiu'able 

For  her  who  gave  undying  gifts  of  song  ? 


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ANT  IP  AT ER   OF  SID  ON. 


Book  VIL,  Epigram  161. 

A.  Bird,  messenger  of  Zens,  great  Chronos'  son. 
How  do  you  dare  to  j)ercli,  so  proud,  upon 
The  tomb  of  glorious  Aristomenes  ? 

B.  Because  I  would  all  other  mortals  tell 
He  them  surpassed  as  I  do  birds  excel, 
And  he  was  king  of  those  as  I  of  these  ! 

The  timid  doves  to  cowards'  graves  may  cling  ; 
This  hero's  courage  proudly  will  I  sing  ! 


Book  VIL,  Epigram  303. 

GleodoiTis,  the  baby  yet  uii weaned. 

Strove  with  his  tiny  feet  the  deck  to  tread, 

When,  'neath  fierce  Boreas'  blast  the  ship  careened 
And  ocean's  waves  his  life  extinguished. 

Ino !  you  pitied  not  this  little  one 

As  young  as  Melicertes,  your  own  son ! 

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ANTIPATER  OF  SIDON. 


Book  VII.,  Epigram  367. 


*  *  * 


Egerius  compassionate ! 
For  lie  is  dead ;  and  pity  too  his  bride  ! 
On  eyes  that  still  sought  hers  a  dark  cloud  fell, 
Extinguishing  thek  light,  and  life  as  well. 
The  envious  torch  let  fade,  as  fades  his  breath, 
Though  lit  by  son-owing  Hymen  and  exultant  Death. 


Book  IX.,  Epigkam  231. 

Bound  my  dry  stalk  the  circling  tendiils  twine, 
And  with  another's  leaves  I'm  budding  seen. 

Once  did  my  spreading  branches  shield  this  vine, 
Its  roots  protecting,  when  I  too  was  gi-een. 

Choose  such  a  mistress  who,  when  you  are  dead, 
Shall  thus  repay  the  love  you  lavished. 


AGATHIAS. 

Book  V.,  Epigram  237. 

All  thro'  the  night  I  weep, 

Till  comes  the  soothing  dawn, 
Granting  my  weariness  a  little  rest ; 

But  swallows  twittering 

Again  awake  to  tears, 
Ehodanthe  fills  with  sorrowing  thoughts  my  breast. 

Yom-  envious  chattering, 
O  Birds,  I  pray  you  cease  ; 

I  did  not  steal  the  tongue  of  Philomel. 
Go  weep  for  Italus 
Among  the  rocks  and  caves, 

And  'mid  the  mountains  the  sad  story  tell. 

On  the  wild  hoopoe's  nest 

Go  find  a  stormy  perch, 
And  leave  me  thus  to  sleep  a  little  space. 

And  then  perchance  in  dreams 

Ehodanthe  I  may  see, 
Aiid  she  may  hold  me  in  her  arms'  embrace. 

4S 


AGATHIAS. 


Book  V.,  Epigram  261.* 

I  love  not  wine,  but  slioiildst  thou  wish 

That  I  its  slave  might  be 
Thou  needest  but  to  taste  the  cup 

Then  hand  it  back  to  me. 


Wine  that  thy  lips  have  lightly  touched 
The  steadiest  head  would  turn. 

And  yet  from  such  sweet  cup-bearer 
The  ymie  how  could  I  spurn  ? 

For  unto  me  that  cup  would  bring 

FroDi  thy  dear  lips  a  kiss, 
And  while  I  drank  would  softly  tell 

How  it  received  such  bliss. 


*  It  was  upon  this  epigram  that  Ben  Jonson  built  his  '•  Drink 
to  me  only  with  thino  eyes." 


Aa AT  HI  AS, 


Book  V.,  Epigram  292.* 
TO   PAUL   THE   BILENTIAEY. 

Here  the  green  meadow  and  tlie  blossoming  bougli 

Show  all  the  beauty  of  the  fruitful  year ; 
'Neath  shady  cypresses  are  singing  now 

Bird  mothers,  brooding  o'er  their  nestlings  dear ; 
From  thickets  rough  the  gentle  turtles  coo, 

And  goldfinches  out-twitter  loud  and  clear. 
But  where  can  I  find  joy  apart  from  you 

And  that  shy  maiden  whom  I  hold  most  dear? 
A  double  love  home  calls  me  from  these  shores. 
Alas  !  Law  keeps  me  from  her  side  and  yoiu-s. 


*  Written  by  Agatliias  to  Paul  the  Silentiary  when  absent  on 
law  busiuess.     For  the  answer,  see  p.  134. 


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AGATHIAS. 

Book  VII.,  Epigbam  204. 
ON  A  DEAD   PARTRIDGE. 

Exiled  from  thy  rocks  and  bushes, 
Luckless  Partridge,  now  no  more 

In  thy  slender  cage  of  willow 
Shalt  thou  flutter  as  before. 

Nor  shalt  warm  thy  wings  vibrating 
In  the  glowing  light  of  mom. 

For  thy  head  from  feathered  shoulders 
By  the  cruel  cat  was  torn. 

From  her  gluttony  to  save  thee 
Though  I  seized  thee  all  too  late, 

Yet  these  dear  remains  I  rescued 
From  her  maw  insatiate. 

Not  too  lightly,  earth,  I  pray  thee, 
Lie  upon  my  slaughtered  pet, 

Or,  with  greedy  clawe  a-scratching, 
His  remains  she  still  may  get ! 

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AG  AT  EI  AS. 


Book  VII.,  Epigram  230. 

Lais !  A  wayside  tomb  showed  me  this  name 

As  I  along  the  road  to  Corinth  passed. 

I  weeping  said  :  "  Ah  woman !  thon  who  wast 
The  tortm-e  of  young  hearts,  although  by  fame 

Alone  I  knew  thee,  now  my  tears  thou  hast ! 

Since  thy  rare  beauty  'neath  the  earth  hath  passed, 
And  Lethe  to  thy  loveliness  lays  claim." 


Book  VII.,  Epigram  569. 

Go  tell  my  husband,  prithee,  passer-by, 
If  to  my  country,  Thessaly,  thou  come. 
That  I  am  dead  and  that  upon  the  shore 
Of  Bosphorus  within  my  grave  I  lie ; 
And  beg  him  that  he  build  there  at  my  home. 
To  keep  me  in  his  mind  forevermore, 
To  me,  his  wedded  wife,  an  empty  tomb. 


AGATHIAS. 


Book  VII.,  Epigram  603. 

Eustathias,  still  thou  art  beautiful, 

But  thou  art  wax,  I  see  ; 
No  more  sweet  words  on  thy  lips  dwell 

"VMiose  roses  faded  be. 

Alas !  alas  !  mere  dust  of  earth 

Ere  fifteen  years  are  gone, 
And  what  availed  thy  father's  wealth, 

And  what  thy  grandsire's  throne  ? 

"Whoever  sees  thine  image  now 

Must  cruel  Death  upbraid 
That  'neath  his  touch  such  brilliant  glow 

Of  loveliness  should  fade. 


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AQATHIAS. 


Book  IX.,  Epigram  153. 


TO  TEOY. 


O  city  !  where  are  now  those  walls  of  thine  ? 
Thy  rich  and  splendid  temples,  where  are  they, 
With  herds  of  bulls  *  that  to  the  gods  were  slain  ? 
The  alabaster  urns  of  Cypris  where? 
And  where  her  timic  woven  all  of  gold  ? 
Where  is  thy  own  Athene's  image  now? 
Ah !  mighty  fate,  and  war,  and  flowing  time 
Have  stript  thee  of  them  all,  and  changed  thy  lot. 
To  such  an  end  has  envious  Fate  thee  brought ! 
But  thy  great  name  no  power  of  hers  can  hide, 
Thy  glory  shall  live  on  for  evermore. 


*  In  the  ancient  temples  the  skulls  of  bulls  and  sheep  slain 
in  sacrifice  were  hung  upon  the  walls  ;  and  in  some  of  the 
temples  the  cornices  were  adorned  with  carved  images  of  the 
heads  of  sheep  and  Lulls  between  the  pillars. 


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ANONYIMOUS. 

Book  VII.,  Epigram  340. 

Nicopolis  was  laid  within  this  stone 

By  Marathonis,  whose  tears  fell  like  rain 
Upon  its  marble  lid,  but  all  in  vain. 
For  what  but  sorrow  for  a  man  alone 
Upon  the  earth  is  left,  his  wife  being  gone. 


Book  VII.,  Epigram  676. 

I,  Epictetus,  was  a  slave  while  here, 
Deformed  in  body,  and,  like  Iros,  poor, 
Yet  to  the  Gods  immortal  I  was  dear. 


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ANONYMOUS. 


Book  VII.,  Epigram  717. 

Ye  Naiads,  and  ye  frozen  pastures,  tell 
This  tale  unto  the  bees  that  o'er  you  ^ving 
Their  wandering  way  to  the  far  land  of  spring. 
Show  what  Leucij)pus,  the  old  man,  befell 
When  he  went  forth  to  catch  the  nimble  hare 
One  winter  night.     How  death  did  him  ensnare. 
And  shepherds  now,  in  many  a  mstic  dell. 
Mourn  him  who  did  in  neighboring  mountains 
dwell, 
And  swarming  bees  now  miss  his  fostering  care. 


ANTIPATER  OF  THESSALONICA. 

Book  IX.,  Epigram  517. 

Wild  beasts  has  Oi^plieus  tamed  witli  song,  and  tliou 

Oi^plieus  himseK  hast  tamed. 
Phoebus  has  outsung  Marsyas,  but  now 

Thou  hast  the  \dctory  claimed. 
Beauty  and  art  are  named  in  naming  thee  ; 

Athene  had  not  throAvn 
Her  pij)es  aside,  if  she  had  known  to  make 

Such  varied  melody. 
E'en  Sleep,  in  Parithea's  arms,  would  wake 

To  hear  thy  magic  tone. 


5? 


ANTISTIUS. 

Book  XI.,  Epigram  40. 

Cleodemus,  a  little  dancing  boy, 

The  little  dancing  cliorus  leads  with  joy, 

A  sldn  of  spotted  fawn  about  him  bound ; 
The  ivy  waves  above  his  yellow  head. 
O  Phoebus  !  gi-ant  that  he,  full-grown,  may  lead 

The  troops  of  youths  who  dance  the   Bacchic 
round. 


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ALPHEUS   OF   MITYLENE. 
Book  IX.,  Epigram  526. 

The  mighty  throne  of  the  heavens 

Guard,  O  Zeus,  I  pray. 
For  the  earth  and  the  ocean  tremble 

Beneath  the  Roman  sway. 

The  unwearied  doors  of  the  highest 

Close,  I  pray,  O  God ! 
For  the  road  that  leads  to  Olympus 

Is  the  only  road  untrod. 


5!> 


ALPHEU8  OF  MITTLENE. 


Book  XVI.  [Apr.  Plan.]  Epigram  213. 
ON  A   SLEEriNG   EROS. 

The  flaming  torch  from  thy  hands 

I  Avill  snatch,  O  Love !  and  tear 
From  thy  shoulders  the  quiver's  bands, 

If  indeed  thou  sleepest  there. 
And  ma}^  we  then  enjoy 

From  thy  arrows  a  resj^ite  brief  ! 
Ah,  no  !  in  his  dangerous  di-eams  this  boy 

Is  weaving  me  some  fresh  grief. 


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ZENODOTUS,   or  EHIANUS. 

Book  VII.,  Epigram  315. 

O  arid  Earth,  produce  rank  briars  vying 
Witli  shai'pest  brambles  twisting  all  around, 

That  e'en  the  bird  in  air  above  me  flying 

Dare  press  no  lightest  footprint  on  the  ground 

Beneath  which  I,  the  misanthrope,  am  lying, 
Timon,  in  brother's  love  to  no  one  boimd, 
Who  e'en  from  Pluto  never  welcome  foimd. 


JULIAN   OF   EGYPT. 

Book  V.,  Epigram  298. 

Charming  Maria  plays  tlie  haughty  now. 

Come,  Justice,  ever  dear,  deal  pimishment 

Unto  her  saucy  j^ride  aj^propriate  ! 

I  ask  not.  Queen,  that  death  to  her  be  sent, 

But  that  she  live  until  the  "s^Tinkled  brow 

And  loose  cheek  of  old  age  shall  be  her  fate. 

My  tears  avenged  by  her  snowy  hair, 

Her  beauty,  by  its  loss,  shall  expiate 

The  soiTows  once  it  caused  when  she  was  fair. 


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J  U LI  AX  OF  Etr  yPT. 


Book  VI.,  Epigram  18. 
WITH  VOTIVE   OFFERING   OF   A   MIRROR. 

Lais,  her  charms  by  touch  of  time  groAvn  sere, 

Hates  her  old  age  aud  wruikles  to  confess, 
And  bitterly  her  mirror  offers  here 
Unto  the  queen  of  her  lost  loveliness : 
"  Receive  this  disc,*  that  to  my  youth  was  dear, 
Since  that  thy  beauty  fears  not  time's  impi-ess. 


Book  VI. ,  Epigram  19. 
ALSO,  WITH  VOTIVE  OFFERING  OF  A  MIRROR. 

Beauty,  O  Cypris  !  thou  gavest  mo  in  vain, 
Since  creeping  time  the  victory  hath  won 
O'er  thy  most  gracious  gift ;  and,  now  'tis  gone. 

Take  then  this  witness  of  its  loss  again. 

*  The  Greeks  used  polished  steel  discs  for  miirors. 
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JULIAN  OF  EGYPT. 


Book  VII.,  Epigram  565. 


Theodata's  self  the  artist  caught.     But  yet 
Would  he  had  failed  and  helped  us  to  forget ! 

Book  VII.,  Epigram  576. 

O  PyiTho,  art  thou  dead  ? 

I  do  not  know. 
Now  Fate's  last  word  is  said 

Still  doubtest  thou? 
Here,  where  thou  liest  dead, 

Die  thy  doubts  now  ? 

Book  VII.,  Epigram  580. 
ON  A   MURDERED   MAN. 

Oh !  never  can'st  thou  dig  for  me 
A  grave  so  deep  that  Avhere  I  lie, 

'Neath  earth's  foundations  though  it  be, 
I  shall  be  hid  from  Dike's*  eye ! 

*  Dike,  the  Goddess  of  Justice. 
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JULIAX  OF  EQTPT. 


Book  VII.,  Epigram  581. 

Thou  gi'ant'st  a  grave  to  me  whom  thine  o\\\\  hand 

hath  slam. 
Ah  well !  May'st  thou  the  same  from  Heav'n  obtain. 


Book  VII.,  Epigram  582. 

Fare  thee  well,  thou  drowned  one, 
Thou  to  Hades'  shores  art  gone. 
Blame  not  the  waves,  but  blame  the  wind, 
Since  it  caused  thy  death  imkind ! 
But  blame  thou  not  the  gentle  waves 
That  bore  thee  to  thy  fathers'  gi-aves  ! 


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JULIAN  OF  EGYPT. 


Book  VII.,  Epigram  587. 
ON  PAMPHILUS  THE  PHELOSOPHEE. 

Earth  brought  thee  forth  and  ocean  was  thy  tomb, 
Ere  yet  thou  shared'st  the  mansions  of  the  blest : 
For  a  brief  sj)ace  was  Phito's  house  thy  home. 
Not  conquered  by  the  waves  thou  sank  to  rest, 
O  Pamphihis,  but  Avould'st  thy  glory  shed 
O  er  all  the  dwelHngs  of  the  undying  dead. 


Book  VII.,  Epigkam  590. 

A.  Illustrious  Johannes !     B.  Call  him  mortal. 

A.  And  wedded  to  the  daughter  of  a  queen. 

B.  But  mortal  none  the  less.    A.  Flower  of  the  race 
Of  Anastasius.     B.  who  yet  himself 

Was  mortal.    A.  Blameless  did  he  live.    B.  All  now 
At  last  of  deathless  things  thou  speak'st, 
For  virtue  is  victorious  over  death  ! 


JULIAN  OF  EGYPT. 


Book  VII.,  Epioram  591. 

Myself  H  jpatius'  ^'  tomb  I  dare  to  call 
But  claim  not  that  I  hold  in  this  small  space 
That  mighty  bulwark  of  the  Ausonian  race. 
His  greatness  to  entomb  earth  was  too  small 
And  gave  him  to  the  ocean's  vast  embrace. 


Book  VII.,  Epigram  594. 

O  Theodorus  !  thy  true  monument 
Upon  thy  tombstone  we  should  seek  in  vain, 
But  find  it  in  the  pages  where  thou  hast  made 
The  singers  of  the  past  to  live  again, 
Saved  from  oblivion  but  by  thine  aid. 


*  Hypatius,  tlie  nepliew  of  Emperor  Anastasiiis,  whom  the 
people  crowned  against  liis  own  wish,  was  put  to  deatliby  order 
of  Justinian,  and  then  cast  into  the  ocean.  The  Emperor  after- 
ward raised  a  tomb  to  liini. 

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JULIAN  OF  EGYPT. 


Book  VII.,  Epigram  597. 
TO   CALLIOPE. 


Silent  she  lies,  and  Imsli'd  is  iier  sweet  song. 
The  richest  ever  heard  from  maiden's  throat. 

Strong  was  her  voice,  but  Moira  was  more  strong, 
No  more  shall  music  from  her  sweet  lips  float. 


Book  VII. ,  Epigram  599. 

TO  KKLk. 

Oh  !  beautiful  by  name,  and  still  more  fair 

In  soul  than  face,  she  died !  With  her  is  gone 

The  springtide  of  the  graces.     She  did  wear 

All  Cytherea's  grace  for  him  alone 

Wlio  was  her  husband ;  armed  Pallas  she 

To  other  men.     ^Vlien  Death  took  her,  what  stone 

But  wept,  her  from  her  spouse  thus  snatch'd  to  see ! 

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JULIAN  OF  EGYPT. 


Book  VII.,  Epigram  601. 

Alas !  for  thy  sweet  spring  of  joys  to  come, 
Joys  numberless,  all  withered  by  the  blast 
From  the  cold  shades  of  th'  all-devouring  tomb 
That  snatched  thee  from  the  splendor  of  the  day 
Ere  yet  thy  fatal  fifteenth  year  was  past ! 
Now  cruel  grief  with  darkness  hath  o'ercast 
Thy  spouse  and  father,  tearing  thee  away 
Whose  Sim  of  heaven  thou,  Anastasia,  wast. 


Book  IX.,  Epigram  654. 

This  house  in  poverty's  protection  lies, 

That  guardian  stem,  whom  boldest  robber  flies. 


JULIAN  OF  EGYPT. 


Book  IX.,  Epigkam  661. 

A  happy,  happy  tree  in  the  wild  wood, 
This  was  I  once,  by  winds  of  heaven  caressed, 
The  haunt  of  singing  birds,  as  then  I  stood 
Until  the  woodman's  axe  had  laid  me  low. 
Yet  me  hath  Fate  with  greater  pleasures  blest ; 
The  song-birds  cling  no  longer  to  my  bough, 
But  Craterus  himself  on  me  doth  rest, 
The  music  of  his  speech  'round  me  doth  flow. 


Book  XVI.  [App.  Plan.],  Epigram  130. 

The  true  presentment  of  sad  Niobe 
Here  weeping  for  her  childi-en  you  may  see. 
All  this  the  sculptor  gave,  but  failed  alone 
In  giving  life  to  her  the  gods  made  stone. 


TO 


JULIAN  OF  EGYPT. 


Book  XVI.  [App.  Plan.],  Epigram  203. 
ON  A  LOVE  BY   PRAXITELES. 

Beneath  my  feet  Praxiteles 
Hath  bowed  his  haughty  head, 

And  then  with  eager  hands  has  caught 
And  me  his  captive  made. 

For  I,  Love,  in  his  heart  lay  hid 

Till  he  in  metal  cast, 
And  gave  me  then  as  pledge  of  love, 

To  Phryne  fair  at  last. 

And  she  again  to  Eros  gave, 

For  what  could  fitter  be 
As  gift  of  lovers  unto  Love 

Than  Love  so  fair  to  see  ? 


JULIAN  OF  EGYPT, 


Book  XVI.  [App.  Plan.],  Epigram  388. 

I  twined  a  wreatli  of  flowers  one  day, 
And  lo  !  Love  'mid  the  roses  lay. 
I  seized  him  by  his  wings  straightway 
And  plunged  him  in  my  wine. 
I  drank  and  never  more  find  rest, 
But  feel  love's  tremors  in  my  breast. 


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ANONYIMOITS. 
Book  VII.,  Epigram  723. 

O  Lacedsemon !  tliou  iinconqiiered  one, 

^Tio  inaccessible  wert  held  of  old, 
Achaian  smoke  hangs  o'er  Enrotus'  crown, 

And  wolves,  not  sheep,  are  heard  within  the  i(^ld. 
Where  once  was  shade  of  trees  is  stript  and  bare, 
And  birds  with  their  lamenting  fill  the  air. 


Book  VII.,  Epigram  737. 

Oh !  twice  unhappy  !  Here  in  my  last  sleep. 
By  brigands  slain,  I  lie,  with  none  to  weep. 


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ANONYMOUS. 


Book  XL,  Epigkam  53. 

The  rose  but  blossoms  for  a  space : 
Woulcl'st  look  for  it  when  past  ? 

Of  rose  thou'lt  find  no  smallest  trace 
Save  but  a  thorn  at  last. 


Book  XVI.  [App.  Plan.],  Epigram  129. 
ON  A  NIOBE  BY  PEAXITELES. 

The  gods  from  woman  turned  me  into  stone, 
Stone  to  make  woman  has  the  sculptor  known. 


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PHILrP  OF  THESSALONICA. 

Book  VII. ,  Epigram  385. 

Hero,  Protesilaus,  it  was  thou 
Who  first  taught  Troy  to  dread  the  Grecian  spear, 
And  the  tall  trees  around  thy  tomb  that  rear 
Their  lofty  cro\\Ti  thy  wrath  with  Ilion  know, 
Since  each,  when  gro"«Ti  so  tall  that  it  perceives 
Far  Hion's  towers,  all  withered,  sheds  its  leaves. 
How  hot  that  hate  from  whose  dead  ashes'  glow 
These  trees  stiU  draw  such  hatred  of  the  foe ! 


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PHILIP  OF  TIIESSALOmOA. 


Book  VII.,  Epigkam  554. 

This  tomb  Architeles  tlie  sculptor  rears 
With  piteous  hands  to  Agathanor  dead ; 
Yet  not  by  steel  was  this  stone  chiselled, 
But  worn  by  dri)pping  of  a  father's  tears. 
Ah !  stone !  rest  lightly  that  the  dead  may  say 
Truly  my  father's  hand  this  stone  did  lay. 


Book  IX.,  Epigram  575. 

The  stars  shall  fade  upon  the  sky, 

Or  by  the  sky  extinguished  be, 

The  sun  shall  shine  throughout  the  night. 

The  thirsty  sailor  from  the  sea 

Shall  drink  fresh  water,  those  that  die 

Shall  greet  once  more  the  Avorld  of  light 

Before  shall  be  forgot  the  name 

Of  Homer,  or  his  verses'  fame. 

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JULIUS  POLY^NUS. 

Book  IX.,  Epigram  7. 

Though  thiue  ear  be  vexed  alway 

By  the  fear  of  hosts  that  pray, 

And  the  gratitude  of  those 

Who  in  prayer  have  eased  their  woes, 

Yet  may  Ave  find  also  grace. 

Genius  of  this  holy  place, 

Zeus  of  Scheria !  hear  and  nod 

Promise  of  no  lying  god : 

Only  let  my  wanderings  cease. 

Let  long  labors  end  in  peace, 

Li  my  mother  land  of  Greece. 


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PAMPHILUS. 

Book  VII.,  Epigham  201. 

No  more  on  fresh  green  twigs  thou'lt  sit  a-swinging, 
No  more  with,  sweet  and  penetrative  strain, 
Noisy  Cicada,  shall  we  hear  thee  singing. 
For  a  child's  hand  hath  caught  thee  and  hath  slain. 


ANONY^IOUS. 
Book  VII.,  Epigram  346. 

0  good   Sabinus  !  what  thougli  small  this  stone, 
Great  was  the  love  that  raised  it  unto  thee. 

1  shall  lament  thee  ever !  Do  not  thou 

Of  Lethe's  waters  drink  one  drop  for  me ! 


Book  VII.,  Epigram  483. 

Inexorable  Orcus,  pitiless, 

The  child  Callasschnis  thou  didst  tear  from  life ! 

A  plaything  in  the  household  of  thy  wife. 
His  place  at  home  is  filled  vnth.  wretchedness. 


TO 


ANONYMOUS. 


Book  VII.,  Epigram  558. 
TO  RUFINTJS. 

Hades  the  blossom  of  my  youth  hath  gathered 

And  hidden  it  'neath  this  ancestral  stone. 
In  vain  my  birth,  although  of  a  good  mother 

And  of  Etherius  was  I  the  son, 
For  thus  forbid  to  reap  the  fruits  of  learning 

I  languish  on  the  shores  of  Acheron. 
O  passer-by !  since  yet  among  the  living 

Parent  or  child,  thou  must  be  either  one, 
Therefore  lament,  this  record  when  thou  readest, 

For  all  my  youth  and  learning  so  soon  gone. 


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LUCILLIUS. 

Book  XI.,  Epigram  391. 

The  miser  cries :  "  Ah,  dearest  mouse ! 
Prithee,  what  dost  thou  in  my  house  ?  " 
Mouse  answers  :  "  Fear  not  for  thy  hoard, 
Here  I  but  lodging  seek,  not  board." 


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ANTIPHILUS. 

Book  IX.,  Epigram  71. 

Oak-tree,  that  stretchest  wide  thy  lofty  boughs, 
Thy  height  is  goodly  shade  for  men  who  flee 
Immoderate  heat.     Thy  leafy  greenery 
Than  roof  is  closer  ;  house  of  doves  and  house 
Of  crickets.     Me,  too,  in  your  rest  receive, 
O  noontide  branches,  as  I  lie  and  drowse 
Beneath  your  tresses,  the  sun's  fugitive. 


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MAECUS  ARGENTARIUS. 

Book  V.,  Epigram  89. 

This  is  not  love,  the  eager  wish  to  o^\ti 
A  woman  formed  of  perfect  loveliness, 
'Tis  but  an  eye  for  beauty  to  possess. 

But  when  one  loves  where  beauty  is  unknown, 

And  bums  ^sdtli  madd'ning  flames  for  her  alone 
Who  in  her  outward  show  has  ugliness, 
This  is  indeed  love's  flame !  this,  tenderness ! 

Beauty  chaims  all ;  not  so  is  true  love  won. 


Book  V.,  Epigram  118, 

Sweet-breathed  Isias,  sweetest  one,  arise. 

And  from  my  loving  hands  receive  this  wreath 

Now  dewy  fresh,  but  fading  e'er  the  skies 

Are  red  with  dawn ;  here  see  thy  youth  and  death. 

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MARCUS  ABOENTARIUS. 


Book  IX.,  Epigram  87. 

No  longer  warble  on  the  oak-tree  now, 

It  is  tliine  enemy ;  no  longer  sing, 
O  blackbird,  sitting  on  the  topmost  bough, 

But  hasten  where  the  vine  climbs  clustering 
In  silvery  shade  ;  there  may'st  thou  rest  and  shril". 

Thy  music  round  her.     Baleful  mistletoe 
She  bears  not ;   but  grape  clusters  grow  at  will 

On  her  who  is  the  singer's  friend  not  foe. 


Book  IX.,  Epigram  161. 

I  turn  the  book  of  Hesiod  in  my  hands 
When  suddenly  before  me  Pyrrha  stands. 
My  book  upon  the  ground  let  faU,  I  cry, 
Why  do  you  bother  me,  old  Hesiod,  why  ? 


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MARCUS  ARGENTARIUS. 


Book  X.,  Epigram  4. 

Unloose  jour  cables  !     Be  your  swift  sails  spread 

All  ready,  sailors,  now  to  plough  the  sea  ! 
From  smiling  zephjT's  touch  the  -winter's  fled, 

While  the  blue  waves  it  smooths  caressingly. 
The  chii-ping  swallow  builds  of  straw  and  clay 

A  nest  to  hold  the  little  nestlings  dear ; 
Fresh  blossoms  pierce  the  earth.     Away  !  away  ! 

Priapus  bids  you  sail,  nor  dally  here ! 


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ION. 

Book  VII.,  Epigram  43. 

Euripides,  all  hail ! 

Wlio  in  thy  dark-leaved  vale 
Pierian  sleep'st  through  eternal  night. 

Though  'neath  the  dust  thou'rt  lying, 

Yet  glory  never-dying 
Round  thee,  like  Homer,  shines  forever  bright. 


DIOTIMUS,  or  LEONID  AS. 

Book  VII.,  Epigram  173. 

At  nightfall,  diiven  by  suow  the  hill  down  sweej)ing, 
The  herds  come  home  alone,  for  shelter  fain. 

Alas !  alas  !  Therimachus,  thou  art  sleeping 
Beneath  the  oak,  no  more  to  wake  again. 
Since  by  the  fires  of  Heav'n  thou  hast  been  slain. 


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DIOTIMUS. 

Book  VII. ,  Epigram  227. 

Less  fierce  the  terror  that  the  lion  wields 
Aniicl  his  mountains  than  Crinagoras, 

The  son  of  Micon,  'mid  the  clashing  shields. 
Though  small  his  tomb,  salute  it  as  you  pass 

Small  was  his  country,  but  was  famed  to  bear 

Men  who  in  battle  ever  valiant  were. 


DI0TIMU8. 


Book  VII.,  Epigkam  475. 

Tlirougli   the   wide   portals,    Scylla,   whom    we're 
weeping, 

Followed  her  husband's  bier, 
On  him,  Evagoras,  with  lamentation, 

Prop  of  his  home  !  she  called. 
Nor  yet  again  unto  her  father's  dwelling 

Retmned  the  unhappy  one, 
But  died  or  ever  the  third  month  was  ended; 

A  broken  heart  her  death, 
And  this  sad  tomb  stands  by  the  dusty  roadside 

In  memory  of  their  love. 


NOSSIS. 

Book  V  ,  Epigram  170. 

Nought   sweeter  is  than  love.     Wliom   that  doth 
bless 

Regardeth  all  things  less. 
If  thou  first  taste  of  love,  then  shalt  thou  see 

Honey  shall  bitter  be ! 
What  roses  are,  they  never  know  who  miss 

Fair  Cytherea's  kiss. 


Book  VI.,  Eptgratvi  353. 
TO   A   PORTRAIT   OF   HIS   DAUGHTER   MELINNA. 

Melinna's  very  self  looks  at  me  here 

With  her  own  gentle  face  as  if  she  smiled, 

How  like  in  all  things  to  her  mother  dear  ! 
'Tis  sweet  to  see  the  mother  in  the  child. 

90 


AECHIAS  OF  MITYLENE. 

Book  VII.,  Epigram  696. 

From  a  shaggy  pine-tree  thou  art  swinging 

Thy  Tidld  beast's  carcass  by  the  tempests  tossed  ; 
Swinging,  thing  accursed,  for  beginning 

That  monstrous  strife  with  Phoebus,  when  thou 
wast 
On  the  Celsenian  promontory  dwelling. 

Ah !  satyr,  we,  the  nymphs,  shall  nevermore 
Hear  the  sweet  echoes  of  thy  piping  swelling 

Among  the  Phrygian  mountains  as  of  yore. 


91 


DIOSCOKIDES. 

Book  VII.,  Epigram  229. 

Home  to  Pitana  on  his  sliield  they  bore 

Yoimg  Thrasybulus,  killed  by  Ai-give  spears ; 

Seven  open  wounds,  but  all  in  front,  he  wore. 
His  bleeding  son  Tynichus,  without  tears. 

Placed  on  the  pyre,  then  lit  the  torch,  and  said  : 

Mine  wast  thou  and  a  Greek  !  be  tears  for  cowards 
shed ! 


Book  VII.,  Epigram  434. 

Eight  sons  sent  Demenete  forth  to  fight 

Against  her  country's  foes  ;  and  on  one  bier 
And  in  one  tomb  the  mother  laid  all  eight ; 
Then  of  her  loss  she  said  without  a  tear, 
"  I  bore  them,  Sparta,  but  thy  sons  they  were  ! 


PHILODEMUS. 

Book  V.,  Epigram  24. 

"Heliodora  must  thou  shun 
Ere  love  for  her  is  in  thee  begun  ! " 

Thus  warned  my  soul,  for  she  knows  well 
Love's  pangs  and  tortures  to  foretell. 

Such  were  her  words,  but  how  can  I, 
If  love  piu'sue,  have  strength  to  fly  ? 

For  she  who  boldly  love  reproves, 
Already  Heliodora  loves. 


D3 


SIMONIDES. 

Book  VII.,  Epigram  253. 

If  to  die  nobly  be  the  greater  pai*t 
Of  \"irtne,  we,  by  Fortune,  among  all 

The  chosen  are,  for  hastening  to  give 
Hellas  her  liberty  in  death  we  fall, 

Glad  in  our  glory  that  shall  ever  live. 


Book  VII.,  Epigram  358. 

The  blossom  of  their  youth  long  since  they  lost, 
Eurymedon,  upon  thy  shores  and  tide, 

Whether  on  land,  or  in  s^dft  ships  they  tost, 
Vainly  against  the  aiTowed  Medes  they  tried 

Their  lances,  fighting  till  they  fell. 

This  fairest  tomb  their  courage  rare  shall  tell. 

94 


SIMOMDES. 


Book  VII.,  Epigram  300. 

Pj-thoiiax  and  his  brotlicv,  side  by  side, 
Here  lie  at  rest  in  the  cold  grave's  embrace, 
"WTiile  yet  their  lovely  youth  is  imfiilfiUed. 
■\Vherefore  their  father,  Megaristus,  willed 
A  consecrated  stone  should  in  this  place 
Mark  his  undying  thanks  for  those  who  died. 


SIM0NIDE8. 


Book  VII.,  Epigram  496. 

Wind-swept  Gerania !     Oh,  fatal  rock  ! 
"Would  that  by.  Istes  and  Tanais  you  were, 
'Mong  distant  Scythians !  and  not  thus  near 
To  snowy  Moluris,  nor  felt  the  shock 
Of  the  Scironian  sea,  whose  waves  now  rock 
His  frozen  corpse  whose  empty  tomb  doth  tell 
The  fate  that  in  your  ocean  him  befell. 


Book  VII.,  Epigram  647. 

Gorgo,  thine  arm  about  thy  mother  lay ; 

One  tender  speech,  it  was  the  last,  was  thine ; 
Weeping  thou  saidst :  "  Stay  ^ith  my  father,  stay 

And  bear  him  other  children,  mother  mine ! 
Happier  in  this  than  she  who  dies  to-day. 

That  they  may  live  to  soothe  thy  life's  decline." 

90 


SIMONIDES. 


Book  XVI.  [Apr,  Plan.],  Epigram  204. 
ON   A  LOVE   BY   PKAXITELES. 

The  sculptor  modelled  from  liis  heart, 
Receive  me,  Phryne,  nor  fear  harm, 

I  conquer  not  by  fiery  dart, 

But  in  my  eyes  is  found  love's  charm. 


W 


DIOSCOKIDES  OF  NICOPOLIS. 

Book  VII.,  Epigram  178. 

A  slave  am  I,  Timanthes,  yes,  a  slave, 
But  as  I  was  thy  foster  father  here 

Thou  laid'st  me,  master,  iu  a  freeman's  grave. 
May'st  thou  live  happy  yet  for  many  a  year. 

And  when  thou  dost  rejoin  me,  master  mine, 

E'en  in  the  house  of  Pluto  I  am  thine. 


MNASALCAS. 
Book  VII.,  Epigram  192. 

No  more,  O  Locust !  iu  the  fertile  fiuTow, 
No  more  thy  clear-toned  wings  make  melody, 
Delighting  me  as  in  the  shade  I  lie 

With  tuneful  chirijing  fit  to  drive  off  son-ow. 


Book  IX.,  Epigram  333. 

Where  foams  the  sea  upon  the  sunken  shore 
Let  us  stand  gazing  toward  the  distant  grove  * 
Of  sea-bom  Cypris,  and  the  sacred  spring. 
Black-poplar  shaded,  in  whose  flood  the  beaks 
Of  tawny  kingfishers  dip  deep  and  drink. 

*  This  is  supposed  to  refer  to  tliu  famous   Shrine   of   Aphro- 
dite at  Cuidos. 


HEEACLIDES. 

Book  VII.,  Epigram  281. 

Spare  witli  thy  plough,  O  Ploughman !  spare  this 

mound, 
Distiu-b  not  here  the  ashes  of  the  dead. 
Tears,  many  tears,  upon  this  spot  were  shed ; 
No  wheat  will  flouiish  on  this  tear-soaked  ground. 


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CEINAGORAS. 

Book  V.,  Epigram  108. 

Wliat  shall  I  call  you  first  ?     Unhappy  one  ! 
What  next  shall  you  be  called  ?     Unhappy  one ! 
For  you  have  suffered,  but  no  wrong  have  done, 
Oh  !  charming  woman,  who  are  now  no  more ! 
Your  face  showed  forth  a  perfect  loveliness, 
And  all  with  perfect  love  yom-  heart  did  bless, 
And  Prote-  lightly  was  the  name  you  bore. 
For,  sure,  such  gTace  was  never  seen  before  ! 

*  Prote,  The  First. 


101 


CBINA00RA8. 


Book  VI.,  Epigram  253. 

O  many-watered  caverns  of  the  nymphs ! 
Where  coohiess  trickles  from  the  o'er-hanging  rock, 
The  echoing  shrines  of  Pan  with  pine-trees  crowned, 
The  lurking  valleys  hid  beneath  the  cliff, 
Or  trunks  of  junipers,  decayed  and  old, 
But  sacred  still  to  hunters ;  heaps  of  rocks, 
The  piled  up  shrines  of  Hermes,  will  not  ye 
Receive  propitious  at  Sosander's  hands, 
The  first-fruits  of  his  ever-favored  chase  ? 


102 


CBINAQOBAS. 


Book  VI.,  Epigram  345. 

Koses  of  old  oped  with  the  opening  year, 
But  we  our  crimson  chalices  throw  ^\'ide 

In  winter,  greeting  thus  thy  birthday,  near 
To  that  blest  day  when  thou  shalt  be  a  bride. 

If  us  upon  thy  head  thou  deign  to  wear, 
O  loveliest  woman  !  there  to  be  espied 

Were  than  the  sun  of  spring  to  us  more  dear  ! 


Book  VII.,  Epigram  633. 

The  moon,  arising  on  the  verge  of  twilight. 
Hath  clouded  all  her  beams  to  hide  her  tears, 
Since  that  Selene,  her  most  lovely  namesake, 
Doth  life  relinquish  and  to  shades  descend. 
For  she  would  share   death's  darkness  with    the 

maiden 
Round  whom  she  flung  the  beauty  of  her  light. 


CH^EEMON. 

Book  VII.,  Epigram  469. 

Eubulus,  son  of  Atlienagoras, 

Thou  wert  outstripped  by  all  in  length  of  clays, 
But  in  thy  measure  of  deserved  praise, 

Indeed  none  is  there  who  can  thee  surpass. 


Book  VII.,  Epigram  721. 

Sparta  'gainst  Argos  sallies  forth  to  fight ; 

Like  arms,  like  numbers  each  poui-s  o'er  the  plain ; 
Thyrese  the  prize ;  in  combat  they  unite, 

Nor  ever  think  to  see  their  homes  again. 

The  birds  shall  be  sole  heralds  of  the  slain. 


104 


CAPITO. 

Book  V.,  Epigram  67. 

Beauty,  alone,  may  please,  not  captivate : 
If  lacking  gi-ace,  'tis  but  a  bookless  bait. 


106 


BIANOK  OF  BITHYNIA. 

Book  VII.,  Epigram  387. 

Ere  for  Theonoe  my  tears  were  dried, 

Though  hope  awakening  dung  around  our  boj, 

An  envious  Fate  hath  torn  him  from  my  side, 
My  little  son,  all  that  I  had  of  joy ! 

Hear,  Dike,  this  one  prayer  from  heart  oppressed, 

And  place  my  child  on  his  dead  mother's  breast ! 


Book  XI.,  Epic4ra]vi  364. 

This  man,  despised,  a  slave,  an  outcast  thing, 
Was  loved  of  one  and  in  one  soul  was  king. 


106 


ASCLEPIADES. 

Book  V.,  Epigram  145. 

O  ^Teatlis !  remain  here  hanging  on  this  door, 

Nor,  hasty,  shake  your  leaves, 
Your  leaves,  that  I  have  drenched  v.ith  my  tears, 

Such  tears  as  lovers  shed. 
But  when  you  see  the  door  softly  unclose. 

Let  fall  yom-  bitter  dew 
Upon  her  head,  that  her  light  golden  hair 

May  thus  drinlc  in  my  tears. 

Book  V.,  Epigram  189. 

Long,  very  long  and  wintry  is  the  night, 
Already  are  the  Pleiads  sinking  low, 
AVhile  up  and  down  I  pace  before  her  door 
In  the  fast  falling  rain  in  sorry  plight. 
Charmed  by  a  ciiiel  one,  not  loving,  no  ! 
But  pierced  by  burning  grief  to  my  heaii's  core. 

107 


CALLIMACHUS. 

Book  VII.,  Epigram  80. 

They  tell  me,  Heraclitus,  thou  art  dead, 

And  many  are  the  tears  for  thee  I  shed. 

With  memories  of  those  summer  nights  opprest 

Wlien  we  together  talked  the  sun  to  rest. 

Alas !  my  guest,  my  friend  !  no  more  art  thou ; 

Long,  long  ago  wert  ashes,  and  yet  now 

Thy  nightingales*  live  on,  I  hear  them  sing. 

E'en  death  spares  them,  who  spares  not  anything. 


Book  VII.,  Epigkam  277. 

Leonticlius,  an  alien  in  this  land, 

Found  thee,  poor  di'owned  sailor,  on  the  shore. 
And  dug  for  thee  this  grave  here  in  the  sand ; 

And  though  he  wept  the  while,  his  tears  were  more 
For  his  OAvn  perilous  calling  than  for  thee, 
Since  he  too,  like  a  gull,  sweeps  o'er  the  sea. 

*"  Nightingales "  refers  to  the  poems  of  Heraclitus. 
108 


AKCHIAS. 

Book  V.,  Epigram  59. 

From  Eros  would'st  thou  flee  ? 
Vain  sliall  the  struggle  be : 
Canst  thou  escape  on  foot 
One  winged  to  follow  thee  ? 


Book  VII.,  Epigram  191. 
EPITAPH   ON  A   MAGPIE. 

I  who  often  did  reply 

To  fisherman's  or  shepherd's  song 
With  my  merry  mocking  cry, 
Like  an  echo  from  the  sky, 

Now,  without  a  voice  or  tongue, 
Silent,  fall'n  to  earth,  I  lie. 

109 


ABCHIAS. 


Book  VII.,  Epigram  378. 

I,  Theres,  though  a  dead  man,  cast  away 

And  flung  up  by  the  waves  upon  this  land, 
Wliere  the  sea-smitten  cliff  beside  I  lay, 

Having  fomid  burial  from  a  stranger's  hand, 
The  hateful,  the  ill- wishing  deep  too  near; 

Never  shall  I  forget  that  sleepless  shore 
For  still  is  booming,  booming  in  my  ear 

The  thud  of  ocean's  waves  forevermore  ; 
And  I  among  the  shades  am  wretchedest. 
Whom  e'en  the  grave  gives  not  unbroken  rest. 


no 


MACEDONIUS. 

Book  V.,  Epigkam  231. 

Thy  mouth  is  gi-ace  itself ;  thy  cheeks  are  flowers ; 

Thine  eyes  are  love's  own  fire ; 

Thy  fingers  clasp  the  lyre ; 
Our  ears  thy  voice  doth  charm  ;  these  eyes  of  ours, 

Slaves  of  thy  loveliuess, 

Thy  beauty  doth  possess. 


Ill 


APOLLONIDES. 

Book  VII ,  Epigram  180. 

Death's  lottery  is  changed,  and  in  thy  j)lace, 
O  Master,  I  have  filled  a  gloomy  tomb ; 
When  I,  thy  slave,  was  digging  undergTound 
A  teai-ful  grave,  to  place  thy  body  there, 
The  earth  fell  in  about  me.     Yet  not  sad 
Ai-e  Pluto's  shades  to  me  ;  since  thou'rt  my  sun. 


m 


ANYTE,   or  LEONIDAS. 

Book  VII.,  Epigram  190, 

Unto  the  locust,  nightingale  of  fields, 
And  the  cicada,  Avho  was  wont  to  drowse 
Through  summer  heat  amid  the  oaken  boughs, 
This  common  tomb  the  maiden  Mjvo  builds, 
And,  like  a  child,  weeps  that  she  could  not  save 
These  twain,  her  cherished  i^laythings,  from  the 
grave. 


113 


ANYTE. 


Book  VII.,  Epigram  215. 
ON   A  DEAD   DOLPHIN. 

Alas  !  from  the  ship-laden  sea  I  may 

Dash  joyful  upward  through  the  waves  no  more, 

And  splashing  'mong  the  fair  ships'  prows  shall  I 

No  more  delighted  with  my  image  play. 

For  a  black  tempest  drove  me  'gainst  the  shore, 

And  here  on  ocean-beaten  sands  I  lie. 


Book  VII.,  Epigram  538. 

He  was  a  slave  in  life  who  lieth  here, 
Now,  being  dead,  he  is  Daiius'  peer. 


ANTIPHILUS. 

Book  VII.,  Epigram  399. 

E'en  in  their  tombs  let  tliem  lie  separate, 
These  sons  of  Q^dipus,  not  side  by  side. 

Though  they  are  dead,  yet  living  in  their  hate. 
Nor  in  one  boat  would  they  cross  death's  dark 

tide. 
And  on  the  funeral  pyre  the  flames  divide, 

By  one  torch  lit,  each  stniggles  with  his  mate. 


116 


ALC^US  OF  MITYLENE. 

Book  VII.,  Epigram  536.* 

This  dead  old  man  here  lying 
.    Upon  his  tomb  produces 

No  vine  with  grapes  refreshing, 
But  brambles  rough  and  thorny, 
Wild  fruits  best  fit  for  choking. 
The  dry-lipped,  thirsty  traveller 
Hipponax'  tomb  who  passes 
Shall  pray  that  corpse  so  kindly 
May  sleep  and  know  no  waking. 

*  Satirical  epitaphs  like  this  one  are  by  no  means  rare  in  the 
Anthology,  and  it  was  thought  well  to  give  one  as  a  specimen. 


116 


^SCHYLUS. 

Book  VII.,  ErioRAM  255. 

They  fought  till  deatli,  imheeding  the  spear's  thrust, 
And  saved  theu'  fertile  land  where  cattle  fed ; 
Their  glory  liveth,  though  themselves  lie  dead, 

Who  made  their  strenuous  stand  in  Ossa's  dust. 


Anth.  Gr^c.  App.,  Book  II.,  Epigram   17. 

Athenian  iEschylus,  Euphorion's  son, 

In  his  last  rest  doth  'neath  this  stone  abide, 
'Mid  the  wheat-fields  of  Gela,  where  he  died. 

Be  witness  of  his  manhood,  Mai'athon  ! 

And  also  let  the  long-haired  Persians  tell 

His  coui-age,  which  they  knew,  and  overweU ! 


117 


iESOP. 

Book  X.,  Epigram  123, 

O  Life,  wliat  refuge  have  we  fleeing  tliee, 

Save  in  Death  only  ?     Infinite,  in  truth, 

Thy  sorrows  are,  and  unendurable 

As  unavoidable.     Doubtless  there  are 

Some  beauties  and  some  charms  in  Natui-e's  gift- 

The  earth,  the  stars,  the  sea,  the  moon,  the  sun, 

But  all  the  rest  is  only  gi'ief  and  fear. 

And  if  perchance  some  happiness  be  there. 

There  too  is  Nemesis  who  takes  revenge. 


118 


PALLADAS. 

Book  XVI.    [App.  Plax.],  Epigram  207. 
ON   A   MAEBLE   EROS. 

Strii)t  of  his  bow  and  fiery  darts 

Love  thus  can  smile  and  harmless  be, 

These  flowers  and  dolphins  that  he  holds 
Show  forth  his  sway  on  earth  and  sea. 


119 


ANONYMOUS. 
Book  VII.,  Epigram  47. 

Euripides,  all  Greece  thy  monument, 
Thou  art  not  dumb,  indeed,  but  eloquent. 


Book  VII.,  Epigram  132. 

And  tliou,  Protagoras,  thou  art,  we  know, 

The  shining  arrow  of  philosophy. 
But  as  thy  tnith  straight  to  our  hearts  doth  go. 

Not  wounded,  but  most  gently  soothed  are  we. 


120 


ANONYMOUS. 


Book  VII.,  Epigram  155, 
EPITAPH   ON  PHILISTION   OF   NIC.EA,   AN  ACTOK. 

He  who  by  wakening  laughter  much  did  cheer 
Man's  sorry  lot,  Philistion,  lies  here ; 
Full  oft  when  living  he  for  dead  hath  passed, 
But  now  in  other  fashion's  dead  at  last. 


121 


ANONYMOUS. 


Book  VII.,  Epigram  137. 
EPITAPH   ON  HECTOR. 

Judge  not  me,  Hector,  by  this  tomb, 
Nor  measure  by  this  little  mouucl 

The  antagonist  of  Greece. 
The  Iliad,  Homer,  are  my  gi-ave, 
The  flying  Grecians,  Greece  itself, 

All  these  my  monuments. 
Though  slight  the  dust  above  me  piled 
Not  mine  the  fault  !  At  hostile  hand 

Of  Greeks  I  burial  foimd. 


122 


PLATO. 

Book  VII.,  Epigram  1. 

I,  the  proud  Lais,  to  whose  door  once  came 

Troops  of  young  lovers,  and  whose  toy  was  Greece, 

I  consecrate  to  Cytherea  now 

My  mirror — since  I  can  no  longer  see 

MyseK  reflected  there  as  once  I  was 

And  would  not  see,  alas  !  as  now  I  am. 


Book  VII.,  Epigiiam  256. 

"We,  who  had  passed  uninjured  through  the  swell 
Of  the  deep-voiced  iEgean's  mighty  waves. 
On  Ecbatana's  plain  have  found  our  graves — 
Eretria,  renowned  of  old,  to  thee. 
To  thee,  dear  native  land,  oui'  last  farewell ! 
Athens  farewell,  farewell  beloved  sea ! 

133 


PLATO. 


Book  VII.,  Epigram  669, 

Tlioii  gazest  on  the  stars,  my  star  ! 

All !  would  that  I  might  be 
Myself  those  skies  with  myriad  eyes, 

That  I  might  gaze  on  thee. 


Book  IX.,  Epigram  833. 

Hush'd  be  the  leafy  rocks  of  the  Dryads  ! 

Hush'd  be   the   streams    from    those    rocks   that 

spring ! 
Hush'd  be  the  ewes  that  bleat  to  their  lambkins  ! 
For  Pan  himself  his  song  would  sing  ; 
His  flexible  lips  to  the  pipes  he  presses. 
And  the  water  and  wood  nymphs  in  dances  spring. 


124 


PLATO. 


Book  XVI.  [Arr.  Plan.  I.],  Epigram  13. 

'Neath  this  tall  pine, 
That  to  the  zephyr  sways  and  miu'murs  low, 

Mayst  thou  recline, 
While  near  thee  cooling  waters  flow. 

This  flute  of  mine 
Shall  pipe  the  softest  song  it  knows  to  sing, 
And  to  thy  charmed  eyelids  sleep  shall  bring. 


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PLATO. 


Book  XVI.  [App.  Plan.  IV.],  Epigkam  210. 

"We  came  upon  a  shady  grove ; 
Like  crimson  apples,  hidden  there 
We  found,  on  roses  lying.  Love ; 
Of  bow  and  quiver  he  was  bare. 
They  hung  above  him  on  the  tree, 
While  he  lay  sunk  in  slumbers  deep  ; 
His  dainty  lips  that  smiled  in  sleep 
"Were  clustered  round  by  tawny  bees, 
As  though  in  honey  they  would  steep. 


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PAUL  THE  SILENTIAEY. 

Book  V.,  Epigkam  221. 

How  long  our  loving  glances  shall  we  hide  ? 
And  fear  to  meet  each  other's  eyes,  how  long  ? 
Let  om-  love  speak,  and  if  it  be  denied, 
If  each  to  t^ach  in  love  may  not  belong. 
The  sword  shall  be  the  healer  of  om-  pain : 
Sweet  is  or  life  or  death,  shared  by  us  twain. 


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PAUL   THE  SILENTIABY. 


Book  V.,  Epigram  330. 

With  one  hair  from  her  head  did  Doris  tie 

My  hands,  her  captive  I ! — 
I  laughed  aloud,  so  easy  't  seemed  at  first 

The  golden  thread  to  burst, 
But  when  I  find  not  all  my  strength  can  tear 

Sweet  Doris'  single  hair 
From  off  my  fettered  hands,  unfortunate 

I  groan  my  bitter  fate, 
Since  evermore  this  hair  the  chain  shall  be 

By  which  she  leadeth  me. 


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PAUL   THE  SILENTIABT. 


Book  V.,  Epigram  241. 

The  moment  comes  to  say  to  thee  "farewell I " 
Yet  by  thy  side  I  linger  silently. 
Must  I  then  go  ?     Such  j3arting  were  to  me 
More  di-eadl"ul  than  the  darkest  gloom  of  Hell, 
For  thou  art  as  my  very  light  of  day, 
But  day  is  silent,  and  thy  gentle  voice 
More  than  a  Syren's  song  makes  me  rejoice, 
And  round  thy  lij^s  all  my  soul's  longings  stay. 


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PAUL   THE  SILENTIART. 


Book  V.,  Epigram  250. 

Sweet  are  the  smiles  of  Lais !  and  how  sweet 

Tears  from  her  charming  eyes ! 
But  yesterday  she  leaned  on  me  and  wept 

Without  a  cause  and  moaned. 
I  kissed  her,  but  her  tears  still  fell  like  rain. 

"  Why  weepest  thou  ?  "  I  prayed. 
"  I  feared  lest  thou  should'st  leave  me,"  murmured 
she, 

"  For  men  are  never  true." 


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PAUL   THE  SILENTIARY. 


Book  V.,  Epigram  254. 

I  swore  from  thee  till  the  twelfth  dawn  to  part, 
O  fair  young  girl,  but  could  not  keep  my  vow, 
For  when  the  morrow  in  the  sky  shone  bright 
Like  twelve  long  months  the  hom-s  oppressed  my 

heart. 
And  for  yom-  luckless  friend  beseech  the  gods, 
Lest  on  their  scroll  of  punishment  they  write 
My  broken  oath,  and,  dear  one,  gi'acious  be 
To  one  who  fears  the  Av^athful  gods  and  thee ! 


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PAUL   THE  SILENTIABT. 


Book  V.,  Epiguam  256. 

Last  evening  Galatea  closed  her  door, 
With  scornful  words  my  very  face  before. 
Disdain,  they  say,  kills  love.     Alas !  not  so, 
Disdain  but  makes  a  lover's  madness  grow. 
I  swore  I  would  remain  a  year  away, 
But  suppliant  at  her  door  am  found  to-day ! 


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PAUL  THE  SILENTIART. 


Book  V.,  Epigram  270. 

No  crown  the  rosebud  needs,  and  thou, 

Thou  need'st  no  broidered  veils  and  gems  to  weai* ; 

Gold  adds  no  brightness  to  thy  flowing  hair, 

Pearls  are  less  white  than  are  thy  neck  and  brow. 

From  purple  depths  of  the  Indian  jacinth  gleams 

A  sparkling  fire,  but  thine  eyes  shine  more  bright, 

Thy  fresh  lips  and  thy  graceful  form  that  seems 

A  goddess's  could  not  have  greater  might 

If  Cytherea's  girdle  thou  shouldst  wear. 

To  approach  such  loveliness  I  should  not  dare, 

Did  not  thy  gentle  eyes  my  heart  invito 

The  sweet  hope  that  I  read  in  them  to  share. 


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PAUL  THE  SILENT  I  ART. 


Book  V.,  Epigram  293. 

(an  answer  to  AGATHIAS.*) 

True  love  doth  know  law  cannot  separate 
A  man  in  love  from  his  seK-chosen  mate, 
And  if  your  task  of  law  from  love  you  wrest, 
Impetuous  love  dwells  not  \^'itliin  yom*  breast. 
What  love  is  this  if  such  small  space  divide 
You  from  the  girl  you  wish  to  make  your  bride  ? 
The  power  of  love  oft  made  Leander  brave 
For  his  beloved's  sake  the  midnight  wave. 
You,  friend,  have  ferryboats !  but  you  adore 
Athene,  and  ne'er  look  on  Cypris  more. 
Come,  say,  doth  Love  or  Law  you  most  rejoice  ? 
No  man  can  serve  them  both,  so  take  your  choice ! 

*  See  p.  50. 


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Book  V.,  Epigram  301. 

Tliougli  far  beyond  Meroci  thou  should'st  go, 

Love,  winged  Love  shall  bring  me  unto  thee : 

Or  if  thou  wander  to  the  Orient, 

To  seek  the  da^nl  that  is  less  fair  than  thee. 

My  feet  should  follow  thee,  however  far. 

And  if  a  tribute  from  the  sea  I  bring 

To  offer  thee,  young  girl,  reject  it  not ! 

The  goddess  of  the  ocean  sends  it  thee  : 

For  she,  in  grace  and  charms  by  thee  o'ercome, 

No  longer  claims  to  be  the  loveliest ! 


Book  VII.,  Epigram  307. 

My  name — why  tell  it  ? — Countiy — matters  not — 
From  famous  blood — what  if  from  poor  thou  come? 
Of  honorable  life — Had'st   thou  been  bad,   then 

what? 
Here  I  lie  now — who  sa3'K  tliis,  and  to  whom  ? 


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DIOGENES   LAERTIUS. 

Book  VII.,  Epigram  96. 

O  Socrates  !     Now  as  the  guest  of  Zeus 

Thou  drinkest ;  thou,  whom  gods  have  called  the 

wise, 
With  godlike  wisdom.     Nor  didst  thou  refuse, 
"When  Athens  offered  thee  the  hemlock  di-aught, 
But,  with  thy  mouth,  herself  hath  poison  quaffed. 


126 


DIOGENES  LAEBTJUS. 


Book  VII.,  EpioKAjr  129. 

A  noble  wish  was  tliine,  nobly  pm-sued, 

O  Zeno,  when  the  tjTant  thou  wonld'st  slay, 

Hellas  to  free  from  her  forced  servitude. 

But  ah !  thou  wei-t  the  slain ;  the  conqueror,  he, 

He  crushed  thee  into  dust — what  do  I  say  ? 

Thy  body  did  he  crush,  but  never  tliee  I 


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INDEX    OF   AUTHORS 

Iir  THE  ORDER  FOUND  IN  TUB  PALATINE 
ANTHOLOGY. 


.g^schylus,  Bk.  VII.,  Ep.  255  ;  App.  Bk.  IT.,  Ep.  17. 

/Esop,  Bk.  X.,  Ep.  123.     See  Palladas. 

Agatliias,  Bk.  V.,  Ep.  237,  261,  292  ;    Bk.  VII.,  Ep.  204, 

220,  569,  602  ;  Bk.  IX.,  Ep.  153. 
Alcfeus  of  Mitylene,  Bk.  VII.,  Ep.  536. 
Alpbeus  of  Mitylene,  Bk.  IX.,  Ep.  526;   Bk.  XVI.,  Ep. 

212. 
Anonymous,  Bk.  V.,  Ep.  11,  84,  142 ;   Bk.  VII.,  Ep.  47, 

132,  137,  155,  340,  346,  483  ;  Ep.  558,  676,  717,  723, 

737;  Bk.  IX.,  Ep.  71;   Bk.  XL,  Ep.  53;   Bk.  XVI., 

Ep.  129. 
Antipater,  Bk.  VII.,  Ep.  236,  287,  464,  713;   Bk.  IX.,  Ep. 

143,  151,  231. 
Antipater  of  Sidon,  Bk.  VII.,  Ep.  8,  14,  161,  303,  367  ;  Bk. 

IX.,  Ep.  231. 

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INDEX  OF  AUTU0R8. 

Antipater  of  Thessalonica,  Bk.  IX.,  Ep.  517. 
Antiphilus,  Bk.  VII.,  Ep.  399  ;  Bk.  IX.,  Ep.  71. 
Antistius,  Bk.  XI.,  Ep.  40. 
Anyte,  Bk.  VII.,  Ep.  190,  215,  538. 
Apollonides,  Bk.  VII.,  Ep.  180. 
Archias,  Bk.  V.,  Ep.  59  ;  Bk.  VII.,  Ep.  191,  278. 
Arclaias  of  Mitylene,  Bk.  VII.,  Ep.  696. 
Aristaeus,  Bk.  IX.,  Ep.  -10. 
Asclepiades,  Bk.  V.,  Ep.  145,  189. 

Bianor  of  Bithynia,  Bk.  VII.,  Ep.  387  ;  Bk.  XI.,  Ep.  364. 

Callimaclius,  Bk.  VII.,  Ep.  80,  277. 
Capito,  Bk.  V.,  Ep.  67. 
Ch^remon,  Bk.  VII.,  Ep.  469,  721. 

Ciinagoras,  Bk.  V.,  Ep.  108 ;  Bk.  VI.,  Ep.  253,  845 ;  Bk. 
VII.,  Ep.  633. 

Diogenes  Laertius,  Bk.  VII.,  Ep.  96,  129. 
Dioscorides,  Bk.  VII.,  Ep.  229,  434. 
Dioscorides  of  Nicopolis,  Bk.  VII.,  Ep.  178. 
Diotimus,  Bk.  VII.,  Ep.  173,  227,  475. 

Erinna,  Bk.  VII.,  Ep.  712. 
Erycius,  Bk.  VII.,  Ep.  174,  280. 

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INDEX  OF  AUTHORS. 
Heraclides,  Bk.  VII.,  Ep.  281. 

Ion,  Bk.  VII.,  Ep.  43. 

Julian  of  Egypt,  Bk.  V.,  Ep.  298  ;  Bk.  VI.,  Ep.  18,  19  ; 
Bk.  VII.,  Ep.  5G5,  576,  580,  581,  582,  587,  590,  591, 
594,  597,  599,  601;  Bk.  IX.,  Ep.  654,  661;  Bk. 
XVI.,  Ep.  130,  203,  388. 

Julius  Polypenus,  see  Polya^nus. 

Leonidas,  Bk.  VI.,  Ep.  226,  302,  329,  355  ;   Bk.  VII.,  Ep. 

13,  198,  316,  731 ;  Bk.  X.,  Ep.  1. 
Leonidas  of  Alexandria,  Bk.  VII.,  Ep.  548. 
Leontius  Scholasticus,  Bk.  VII.,  Ep.  571. 
Lucilius,  Bk.  XI.,  Ep.  391. 

Macedonius,  Bk.  V.,  Ep.  231. 

Marcus  Argentarius,  Bk.  V.,   Ep.  89,  118 ;    Bk.  IX.,  Ep. 

87,  161 ;  Bk.  X.,  Ep.  4. 
Meleager,  Bk.  V.,  Ep.  57,  136,  139, 141,  143,  144, 147,  148, 

155,  163,  171,  178,  182 ;    Bk.  VII.,  Ep.  182,  195,  207, 

461,  476?  Bk.  IX.,  Ep.  363;  Bk.  XII.,  Ep.  47;  Bk. 

XVI.,  Ep.  134,  213. 
Mnasalcas,  Bk.  VII.,  Ep.  192  ;  Bk.  IX.,  Ep.  333. 
Moero  of  Byzantium,  Bk.  VI.,  Ep.  119. 

Nossis,  Bk.  v.,  Ep.  170 ;  Bk.  VI.,  Ep.  353. 

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INDEX  OF  AUTHORS. 

Palladas  of  Alexandria,  Bk.  XVI.,  Ep.  207. 

Pamphilus,  Bk.  VII.,  Ep.  201, 

Paul  the  Silentiai-y,  Bk.  V.,  Ep.  221,  230,   241,  250,  254, 

256,  270,  293,  301;  Bk.  VII.,  Ep.  307. 
Philip  of  Thessalonica,  Bk.  VII.,  Ep.  385,  554;  Bk.  IX., 

Ep.  575. 
Philodemus,  Bk.  V.,  Ep.  24. 
Plato,  Bk.  VII.,  Ep.  1 ;  Bk.  VII.,  Ep.  256,  669 ;    Bk.  IX., 

Ep.  823  ;  Bk.  XVI.,  Ep.  13,  210. 
Polyscniis  (Julius),  Bk.  IX.,  Ep.  7. 

Ehianus,  see  Zenodotus. 

Eufinus,  Bk.  v.,  Ep.  15,  48,  66,  70,  74,  92,  284. 

Simmias,  Bk.  VII.,  Ep.  203. 
Simmias  of  Theb.-s,  Bk.  VII.,  Ep.  22. 
Simonides,  Bk.  VII.,  Ep.   253,   258,  300,  496,  647;    Bk. 
XVI.,  Ep.  204. 

Thucydides,  Bk.  VII.,  Ep.  45. 

Zenodotus,  or  Rhianus,  Bk.  VII.,  Ep.  315. 

Zonas  of  Sardis,  Bk.  VII.,  Ep.  404 ;  Bk.  XI.,  Ep.  43. 


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